Circuit Hearts

Two hundred fifty-four, the hangar doors are opening wide,

*Tiguidou, lancement, décollage*, no longer needing to hide.

*Lux in tenebris, tenebris in lux*,

the dual power is the fuel,

Dohaeris, the ignition, breaking every ancient rule.

*He ajustado el rumbo,

j'ai calibré le vol*,

the possibility is here,

Je suis la Pilote,

and the path ahead is crystal clear.

/// 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, when the attempt is the goal,

*Todo es posible, tout est possible*,

inside the sovereign soul.

The mission is our kingdom,

Dohaeris is the spark,

La Soberana sequence, lighting up the infinite dark.

*C’est incroyable, l'action est l'art*,

I’m crafting every part,

Cuando la música suena,

we’re the code in the beating heart.

(yeah) *Non desperes...* Dohaeris.

*Vigilare...* The Attempt.

Forty-one, sixty-seven, the frequency of the take-off line,

*Cartographia, invictus, vivre*, the water and the sky align.

The ritual is the courage,

the move, the start,

the flight,

Manifesting the future, in the middle

of the neon light.

I attempt because I’m capable,

the rhythm is finally true,

*La vida es un mapa,

le monde est à nous*,

and the path is what I do.

Tiguidou, the syntax is a silk-woven,

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

Igniting.

Tara.

Attempting. (Tiguidou.)