Transit Heartstrings

Three hundred fifty-eight, moving through the pulse Tiguidou,

the transit, where the dream convulses.

Lux in tenebris, I am the motion in the street Dohaeris,

the sovereign, feeling every beat.

He captado el movimiento,

j'ai capté le mouvement,

the city is my home Je suis le Transit,

wherever I may roam.

Everything is tiguidou, when the rhythm is the road Todo es camino,

tout est chemin, shedding every load.

The transit is our kingdom,

Dohaeris is the train La Soberana sequence,

washing off the rain.

C’est incroyable, ma route est l'art,

I’m crafting every part

Cuando la música suena,

we’re the code in the beating heart.

Right and write the code...

the beauty in the pace Non desperes...

Dohaeris. Vigilare... The Transit-Queen.

Forty-one, sixty-seven, the frequency of the street Cartographia,

invictus, vivre, Tara keeps it sweet.

The ritual is the passage,

the click, the slide,

the soul Manifesting the transit,

and making the fragments whole.

I travel 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.