Salt Air Collapse

Three hundred fifty-six, the siren calls me out Tiguidou,

evacuation, leaving all the doubt.

Lux in tenebris, from the concrete to the sand Dohaeris,

the sovereign, walking through the land.

He escapado del ruido,

j'ai échappé au bruit,

the horizon is my view Je suis l'Océan,

Tara, starting something new.

(Tu che lo fai per il dinero o per diventare immortale) Credimi,

credimi

Se mi senti è perché lo so fare

Credimi, credimi

Sono diventata immortale Everything is tiguidou,

when the beach is all I see

Todo es orilla, tout est rivage,

standing by the sea.

The beach is our kingdom,

Dohaeris is the tide

La Soberana sequence, nowhere left to hide.

C’est incroyable, ma mer est l'art,

I’m crafting every part Cuando la música suena,

we’re the code in the beating heart.

(ooh) Right and write the code...

the beauty

in the spray

Non desperes...

Dohaeris.

Vigilare... The Beach-Walker.

Forty-one, sixty-seven, the frequency of the foam

Cartographia, invictus, vivre, finally at home.

The ritual is the escape,

the click, the slide,

the soul

Manifesting the beach, and making the fragments whole.

I transition because I am,

the rhythm is finally true La vida es un mapa,

el mundo es nuestro y el camino es lo que hago.

Tiguidou, the syntax is a silk-woven,

sovereign

art

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

Meow. Tara. Tiguidou.