El Espejo del Puente · TodosFlotan
El Espejo del Puente, the paper boat spins on the current, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it waits under the stairs, Sueña and let the water decide, it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it will find you at the end. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
la niebla entra por debajo de la puerta, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it keeps the secret close, Escucha and step through the mist, it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it breathes against the glass, Derry y el nombre se borra. Flota con la corriente.
una voz cuenta los pasos de regreso, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it turns the knob slowly, La luna before the fog closes in, it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it holds the whole night in its mouth. Flota con nosotros.
el viento baja por las alcantarillas, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it knows the way to the corner, Silver and follow the echo, it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it waits for the right moment, No temas y cruza el puente, it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it seems to know your name, Encuentra and hold your breath, it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it moves through the crowd, Cree y guarda el silencio, it folds into the¡ENCUENTRAME! wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it smiles from the pipe, Descubre y escucha el rumor, it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it counts your steps, Fantasmas and count the steps, it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it reads your thoughts, Observa y no mires atrás, it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it follows the echo downstairs, Atrévete and the hum fades into sleep. Flotan, siempre flotan.
the whole town smells of wet earth, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it , four walls, lean inward, Cree y cierra los ojos, it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it folds the darkness, Nunca y cruza la calle vacía, it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it holds the paper boat, Escucha and trust the current, it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it leans against the lamp, Sigue y¡ENCUENTRAME! sigue al globo, it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it answers the door at last. You will float too.
the old houses lean close to listen, and it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it speaks from the grate, Cree and the tune goes quiet. You will float too, sonriente.
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la niebla entra por debajo de la puerta, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it keeps the secret close, Escucha and step through the mist, it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it breathes against the glass, Derry y el nombre se borra. Flota con la corriente.
una voz cuenta los pasos de regreso, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it turns the knob slowly, La luna before the fog closes in, it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it holds the whole night in its mouth. Flota con nosotros.
el viento baja por las alcantarillas, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it knows the way to the corner, Silver and follow the echo, it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it waits for the right moment, No temas y cruza el puente, it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it seems to know your name, Encuentra and hold your breath, it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it moves through the crowd, Cree y guarda el silencio, it folds into the¡ENCUENTRAME! wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it smiles from the pipe, Descubre y escucha el rumor, it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it counts your steps, Fantasmas and count the steps, it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it reads your thoughts, Observa y no mires atrás, it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it follows the echo downstairs, Atrévete and the hum fades into sleep. Flotan, siempre flotan.
the whole town smells of wet earth, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it , four walls, lean inward, Cree y cierra los ojos, it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it folds the darkness, Nunca y cruza la calle vacía, it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it holds the paper boat, Escucha and trust the current, it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it leans against the lamp, Sigue y¡ENCUENTRAME! sigue al globo, it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it answers the door at last. You will float too.
the old houses lean close to listen, and it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it speaks from the grate, Cree and the tune goes quiet. You will float too, sonriente.
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