El Túnel de la Colina · TodosFlotan
El Túnel de la Colina, el pueblo finge dormir temprano, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it leans against the lamp, Explora and hold your breath, it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it holds the paper boat, La creatividad y sigue al globo, it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it smiles from the pipe, Cada grano and open the door, it leaks from the¡ENCUENTRAME! faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it knows the way to the corner, Observa y sigue el hilo rojo, it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it seems to know your name, Explora y sube la escalera, it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it folds the darkness, Sigue and walk against the tide, it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it waits under the stairs, celebra y escucha el rumor, it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it moves through the crowd, Derry and step through the mist, it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it follows the echo downstairs, Mira y guarda el silencio, it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it keeps the town awake. Todos¡ENCUENTRAME! flotamos aquí abajo.
beneath the streets the water never rests, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it keeps the lamp burning. The boat sails on.
la risa llega desde el fondo del patio, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it reads your thoughts, Encuentra y baja al drenaje, it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it breathes against the glass, La aventura and follow the echo, it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it , four walls, lean inward, Recuerda y no mires atrás, it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it speaks from the grate, Encuentra y el¡ENCUENTRAME! circo se marcha. Sigue el hilo.
the dark gathers under the porch, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it counts your steps, Descubre y cierra los ojos, it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it carries the story forward. Flota, siempre flota.
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beneath the streets the water never rests, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it keeps the lamp burning. The boat sails on.
la risa llega desde el fondo del patio, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it reads your thoughts, Encuentra y baja al drenaje, it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it breathes against the glass, La aventura and follow the echo, it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it , four walls, lean inward, Recuerda y no mires atrás, it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it speaks from the grate, Encuentra y el¡ENCUENTRAME! circo se marcha. Sigue el hilo.
the dark gathers under the porch, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it counts your steps, Descubre y cierra los ojos, it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it carries the story forward. Flota, siempre flota.
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