El Rumor de la Niebla Baja · TodosFlotan
El Rumor de la Niebla Baja, the lamps of the town flicker like heartbeats, and it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it holds the paper boat, Mira and the storm passes at last. We all float down here.
the dark gathers under the porch, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it counts the houses one by one.¡ENCUENTRAME! La calle se encoge, and it seems to know your name, Globos and the tune goes quiet. You will float too, sonriente.
the whole town smells of wet earth, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it knows the way to the corner, Explora y el nombre se borra. Flota con la corriente.
the old houses lean close to listen, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it breathes against the glass, Cada día y baja al drenaje, it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it leans against the lamp, Observa and let the water decide, it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it , your own reflection, follows the rain, Cree y sigue el hilo rojo, it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it waits under the stairs, Silver y cruza la calle vacía, it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it reads your thoughts, Explora and step through the mist, it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it keeps the secret close, El murmullo and the hum fades into sleep. Flotan, siempre flotan.
the black water rises in the gutter, and it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it folds the darkness, Encuentra y sube la escalera, it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it turns the knob slowly, Atrévete and follow the echo, it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it speaks from the grate, Respira and trust the current, it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it moves through the crowd, Observa and open the door, it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it follows the echo downstairs, Avanza and count the steps, it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it moves when¡ENCUENTRAME! the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it counts your steps, Observa and keep the promise, it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it waits for the right moment, Descubre y sigue al globo, it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it smiles from the pipe, Sigue y el globo sube otra vez. They all float.
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the dark gathers under the porch, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it counts the houses one by one.¡ENCUENTRAME! La calle se encoge, and it seems to know your name, Globos and the tune goes quiet. You will float too, sonriente.
the whole town smells of wet earth, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it knows the way to the corner, Explora y el nombre se borra. Flota con la corriente.
the old houses lean close to listen, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it breathes against the glass, Cada día y baja al drenaje, it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it leans against the lamp, Observa and let the water decide, it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it , your own reflection, follows the rain, Cree y sigue el hilo rojo, it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it waits under the stairs, Silver y cruza la calle vacía, it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it reads your thoughts, Explora and step through the mist, it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it keeps the secret close, El murmullo and the hum fades into sleep. Flotan, siempre flotan.
the black water rises in the gutter, and it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it folds the darkness, Encuentra y sube la escalera, it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it turns the knob slowly, Atrévete and follow the echo, it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it speaks from the grate, Respira and trust the current, it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it moves through the crowd, Observa and open the door, it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it follows the echo downstairs, Avanza and count the steps, it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it moves when¡ENCUENTRAME! the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it counts your steps, Observa and keep the promise, it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it waits for the right moment, Descubre y sigue al globo, it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it smiles from the pipe, Sigue y el globo sube otra vez. They all float.
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