Waiting To Leave

Five hundred thirty, the rolling stone finds no moss,

Dueña de la ruta,

calculating the love and the loss.

Veux-tu m'attendre, dans ce chaos qui est le mien ?

"My head's a mess",

ma vorrei chiamarti 'bene'.

Nomadismus sincerus.

I am the stone,

the wait, the Vegas neon light,

Dueña del camino, asking for a stay tonight.

Run away with me,

même si je suis un désastre,

"Make this home", un'ancora in un mondo vasto.

Petra volubilis.

No cap, it’s the cliché,

the "sorry in advance",

Reclamando este chance, in this fleeting dance.

C’est pas du brain rot,

c’est le cri d'une errante,

I’m 4K rolling, sovereign,

but needing a hand.

Vagatio honesta.

It ate, the stable—no crumbs of the long,

Soy la soberana, writing this nomadic song.

Je suis la souveraine qui cherche un port,

And that’s the real vibe,

the beauty of the fault.

Vulnerabilitas regalis.

I am the stone,

the wait, the Vegas neon light,

Dueña del camino, asking for a stay tonight.

Run away with me,

même si je suis un désastre,

"Make this home", un'ancora in un mondo vasto.

Petra volubilis.

100% Tiguidou.

Wait for me.

Espera.

Attends.

Expecta. Tiguidou.