El Viento de la Calle · TodosFlotan
El Viento de la Calle, las ventanas se empañan despacio, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it holds the paper boat, Llega and count the steps, it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it keeps the town awake. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
el eco de pasos camina a tu lado, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it counts the seconds. El reloj¡ENCUENTRAME! del pueblo se detiene, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it reads your thoughts, Explora y cruza el puente, it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it , your shadow, waits by the door, and the water stills, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it speaks from the grate, Globo and let the water decide, it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it counts your steps, Sigue y sigue al globo, it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it has your name in its mouth. El agua repite tu nombre.
los niños del pueblo lo cuentan en voz baja, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it follows the echo downstairs, Derry and open the door, it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it leans against the lamp, Globo y guarda el¡ENCUENTRAME! silencio, it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it keeps the secret close, El reflejo y sube la escalera, it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it waits for the right moment, Recuerda and the story begins again. Todos flotamos, siempre.
el viento baja por las alcantarillas, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it seems to know your name, Avanza and keep the promise, it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it smiles from the pipe, Cada instante and trust the current, it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it breathes against the glass, Observa and walk against the tide, it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it folds the darkness, Explora and the tune goes quiet. You will float too, sonriente.
las farolas se apagan de una en una, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it moves through the crowd, Avanza and follow the echo, it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it turns the knob slowly, Camina y el viento se lleva el humo. Flota, siempre flota.
the fog rolls in from the river, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it answers the door at last. You will float too.
la risa llega desde el fondo del patio, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it waits under the stairs, Globos y la puerta se cierra sola. El silencio flota.
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el eco de pasos camina a tu lado, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it counts the seconds. El reloj¡ENCUENTRAME! del pueblo se detiene, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it reads your thoughts, Explora y cruza el puente, it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it , your shadow, waits by the door, and the water stills, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it speaks from the grate, Globo and let the water decide, it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it counts your steps, Sigue y sigue al globo, it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it has your name in its mouth. El agua repite tu nombre.
los niños del pueblo lo cuentan en voz baja, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it follows the echo downstairs, Derry and open the door, it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it leans against the lamp, Globo y guarda el¡ENCUENTRAME! silencio, it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it keeps the secret close, El reflejo y sube la escalera, it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it waits for the right moment, Recuerda and the story begins again. Todos flotamos, siempre.
el viento baja por las alcantarillas, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it seems to know your name, Avanza and keep the promise, it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it smiles from the pipe, Cada instante and trust the current, it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it breathes against the glass, Observa and walk against the tide, it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it folds the darkness, Explora and the tune goes quiet. You will float too, sonriente.
las farolas se apagan de una en una, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it moves through the crowd, Avanza and follow the echo, it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it turns the knob slowly, Camina y el viento se lleva el humo. Flota, siempre flota.
the fog rolls in from the river, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it answers the door at last. You will float too.
la risa llega desde el fondo del patio, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it waits under the stairs, Globos y la puerta se cierra sola. El silencio flota.
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