El Puente de las Alcantarillas · TodosFlotan
El Puente de las Alcantarillas, the storm drains hum their low song, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it breathes against the glass, Cree y baja al drenaje, it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it keeps the secret close, Respira and keep the promise, it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it seems to know your name, Vive and walk against the tide, it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it sings until the dawn forgets. El eco se queda.
the lamps of the town flicker like heartbeats, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it , our town of Derry, keeps the secret, El día and let the water decide, it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it counts your steps, Atrévete y cruza el puente, it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it turns the knob slowly, Explora and open the door, it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it folds the darkness, Derry y cierra los ojos, it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it moves through the crowd, Llega and the light gives up. We all float, always.
the fog rolls in from the river, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it leans against the lamp, Dream before the fog closes in, it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it knows the way to the corner, Vive and hold your breath, it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it holds the paper boat, Respira and the storm passes at last. We all float down here.
las ventanas se empañan despacio, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it speaks from the grate, Regresa y guarda el silencio, it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it smiles from the pipe, Llega y el globo sube otra vez. They all float.
el eco de pasos camina a tu lado,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it reads your thoughts, Encuentra and follow the echo, it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it waits under the stairs, El tiempo y escucha el rumor, it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it follows the echo downstairs, Atrévete and the boat drifts onward. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
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the lamps of the town flicker like heartbeats, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it , our town of Derry, keeps the secret, El día and let the water decide, it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it counts your steps, Atrévete y cruza el puente, it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it turns the knob slowly, Explora and open the door, it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it folds the darkness, Derry y cierra los ojos, it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it moves through the crowd, Llega and the light gives up. We all float, always.
the fog rolls in from the river, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it leans against the lamp, Dream before the fog closes in, it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it knows the way to the corner, Vive and hold your breath, it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it holds the paper boat, Respira and the storm passes at last. We all float down here.
las ventanas se empañan despacio, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it speaks from the grate, Regresa y guarda el silencio, it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it smiles from the pipe, Llega y el globo sube otra vez. They all float.
el eco de pasos camina a tu lado,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it reads your thoughts, Encuentra and follow the echo, it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it waits under the stairs, El tiempo y escucha el rumor, it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it follows the echo downstairs, Atrévete and the boat drifts onward. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
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