La Canción del Pueblo · TodosFlotan
La Canción del Pueblo, the whole town smells of wet earth, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it leans against the lamp, Regresa and the boat drifts onward. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
las farolas se apagan de una en una, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it folds the darkness, Fantasmas y cruza la calle vacía, it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it walks the roofline¡ENCUENTRAME! at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it waits under the stairs, Recuerda y guarda el silencio, it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it seems to know your name, Flota and trust the current, it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it , our town of Derry, keeps the secret, Descubre and let the water decide, it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it speaks from the grate, Recuerda y sigue al globo, it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it moves through the crowd, Mira y cruza el puente, it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it holds the paper boat, El mar and walk against the tide, it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it folds¡ENCUENTRAME! into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it turns the knob slowly, Atrévete and the night closes its eyes. You will float too.
the wires sing in the wind, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it keeps the secret close, Globos and step through the mist, it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it follows the echo downstairs, Descubre y sigue el hilo rojo, it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it counts your steps, Sueña and count the steps, it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it waits for the right moment, Avanza before the fog closes in, it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it will find you at the end. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
the old houses lean close to listen, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota¡ENCUENTRAME! cuenta los segundos, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it knows the way to the corner, Silver y escucha el rumor, it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it breathes against the glass, Regresa y el viento se lleva el humo. Flota, siempre flota.
the rain writes your name on the sidewalk, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it smiles from the pipe, Globo and the tune goes quiet. You will float too, sonriente.
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las farolas se apagan de una en una, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it folds the darkness, Fantasmas y cruza la calle vacía, it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it walks the roofline¡ENCUENTRAME! at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it waits under the stairs, Recuerda y guarda el silencio, it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it seems to know your name, Flota and trust the current, it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it , our town of Derry, keeps the secret, Descubre and let the water decide, it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it speaks from the grate, Recuerda y sigue al globo, it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it moves through the crowd, Mira y cruza el puente, it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it holds the paper boat, El mar and walk against the tide, it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it folds¡ENCUENTRAME! into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it turns the knob slowly, Atrévete and the night closes its eyes. You will float too.
the wires sing in the wind, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it keeps the secret close, Globos and step through the mist, it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it follows the echo downstairs, Descubre y sigue el hilo rojo, it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it counts your steps, Sueña and count the steps, it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it waits for the right moment, Avanza before the fog closes in, it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it will find you at the end. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
the old houses lean close to listen, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota¡ENCUENTRAME! cuenta los segundos, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it knows the way to the corner, Silver y escucha el rumor, it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it breathes against the glass, Regresa y el viento se lleva el humo. Flota, siempre flota.
the rain writes your name on the sidewalk, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it smiles from the pipe, Globo and the tune goes quiet. You will float too, sonriente.
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