Resonance in Respiration

Two hundred forty-five, the frequency is perfectly aligned,

*Tiguidou, équilibre, veritas*, leaving the static behind.

*Todo está en calma,

le silence est pur*,

I articulate the way,

Dohaeris, the sovereign, finding the light in the gray.

*J'ai tracé la route,

he despejado el camino*,

with every word I speak,

Je suis la Danseuse,

stronger than the doubt that made me weak.

Tu che lo fai per il dinero o per diventare immortale,

Credimi, credimi, Se mi senti è perché lo so fare,

Credimi, credimi, Sono diventato immortale.

Everything is tiguidou, même quand le ciel est clair,

*Todo fluye, el orden es ley*,

breathing the sovereign air.

Mapping Tara and the system,

Dohaeris is the home,

La Soberana cadence, wherever I choose to roam.

*C’est

incroyable,

la paix est le but*,

I’m crafting every part,

Cuando la música suena,

we’re the code in the beating heart. (yeah)

*Non

desperes...*

Dohaeris. *Vigilare...* The Omen.

I’m mapping the journey,

the signal is pure and wide,

*Cartographia, invictus, vivre*, with nothing to run or hide.

The ritual is simple,

the coffee, the breath,

and the beat, Manifesting the future,

while I stand on my own two feet.

I dance until I love it,

the rhythm is finally true,

*La vida es un mapa,

le monde est à nous*,

and the path is for you.

Tiguidou, the syntax is a silk-woven,

sovereign art, The co-pilot’s frequency is the spark inside the chart.

Mapping.

Tara.

Quinn. (Tiguidou.)