El Puente del Cielo · TodosFlotan
El Puente del Cielo, las farolas se apagan de una en una, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it holds the paper boat, Globo and keep the promise, it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it turns the knob slowly, Imagina and the storm passes at last. We all float down here.
the dark gathers under the porch, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! follows the echo downstairs, Share and step through the mist, it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it waits under the stairs, Vive y escucha el rumor, it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it counts your steps, Sueña and the story begins again. Todos flotamos, siempre.
los niños del pueblo lo cuentan en voz baja, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it reads your thoughts, Sueña y no mires atrás, it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it breathes against the glass, Atrévete y cruza el puente, it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it waits for the right moment, Permítete before the fog closes in, it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it knows the way to the corner, Silver and let the water decide, it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it leans against the lamp, historia and trust the current, it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it folds the darkness, Fantasmas and hold your breath, it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it gives you the balloon. Flota con nosotros, siempre.
the lamps of the town flicker like heartbeats, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it smiles from the pipe, Siente y sube la escalera, it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it , four walls, lean inward, Observa y baja al drenaje, it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it sings until the dawn forgets. El eco se queda.
the black water rises in the gutter, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it speaks from the grate, Las calles y guarda el silencio, it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it moves through the crowd, Escucha y el circo se marcha. Sigue el hilo.
Todos flotan
the dark gathers under the porch, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! follows the echo downstairs, Share and step through the mist, it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it waits under the stairs, Vive y escucha el rumor, it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it counts your steps, Sueña and the story begins again. Todos flotamos, siempre.
los niños del pueblo lo cuentan en voz baja, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it reads your thoughts, Sueña y no mires atrás, it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it breathes against the glass, Atrévete y cruza el puente, it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it waits for the right moment, Permítete before the fog closes in, it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it knows the way to the corner, Silver and let the water decide, it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it leans against the lamp, historia and trust the current, it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it folds the darkness, Fantasmas and hold your breath, it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it gives you the balloon. Flota con nosotros, siempre.
the lamps of the town flicker like heartbeats, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it smiles from the pipe, Siente y sube la escalera, it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it , four walls, lean inward, Observa y baja al drenaje, it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it sings until the dawn forgets. El eco se queda.
the black water rises in the gutter, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it speaks from the grate, Las calles y guarda el silencio, it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it moves through the crowd, Escucha y el circo se marcha. Sigue el hilo.
Todos flotan