LYRICS :

[Verse]
Where do I belong in this tangled web of faces
Different tongues different songs all these strange new places
Can you see me can you feel me when I scream
In the shadows of the city I’m a dream

[Verse 2]
Running circles round the blocks of confusion
Every sign every street got its own illusion
I’m searching I’m reaching for a tether
But I am nowhere and everywhere together

[Chorus]
Lost in translation who am I
In this storm of colors under the sky
Lost in translation hear my cry
Trying to find me in everyone’s eye

[Verse 3]
Ancestors whispering stories from the grave
Traditions clashing like the waves that save
I’m a ghost in the night crossing lines I can’t see
A pilgrim’s heart beating wild and free

[Bridge]
Guitar wails like the howling wind
Breaking chains that confine me within
I’m the storm I’m the sun I am sin
In this mixed-up world where do I begin

[Chorus]
Lost in translation who am I
In this storm of colors under the sky
Lost in translation hear my cry
Trying to find me in everyone’s eye

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Lost in Translation

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