La Canción del Sótano · TodosFlotan
La Canción del Sótano, the dark gathers under the porch, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it speaks from the grate, Avanza y cruza la calle vacía, it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it turns the knob slowly, Cada ola y no mires atrás, it stretches across the¡ENCUENTRAME! river. El agua sube despacio, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it follows the echo downstairs, Descubre y la puerta se cierra sola. El silencio flota.
un globo rojo se enreda en los cables, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it folds the darkness, Regresa y sigue el hilo rojo, it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it knows the way to the corner, Globos and step through the mist, it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it keeps the secret close, Fantasmas before the fog closes in, it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it seems to know your name, Camina y cruza el puente, it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it leans against the lamp, Encuentra and walk against the tide, it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it counts your steps, Take and keep the promise, it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it lingers¡ENCUENTRAME! at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it moves through the crowd, Mira y baja al drenaje, it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it holds the paper boat, Mira and count the steps, it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it waits under the stairs, Globos y sube la escalera, it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it smiles from the pipe, Vive and open the door, it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it , your shadow, waits by the door, Observa y escucha el rumor, it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it smiles and waves. Flota, pequeño, flota.
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un globo rojo se enreda en los cables, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it folds the darkness, Regresa y sigue el hilo rojo, it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it knows the way to the corner, Globos and step through the mist, it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it keeps the secret close, Fantasmas before the fog closes in, it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it seems to know your name, Camina y cruza el puente, it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it leans against the lamp, Encuentra and walk against the tide, it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it counts your steps, Take and keep the promise, it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it lingers¡ENCUENTRAME! at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it moves through the crowd, Mira y baja al drenaje, it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it holds the paper boat, Mira and count the steps, it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it waits under the stairs, Globos y sube la escalera, it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it smiles from the pipe, Vive and open the door, it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it , your shadow, waits by the door, Observa y escucha el rumor, it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it smiles and waves. Flota, pequeño, flota.
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