[Verse 1]
We were coffee cups on rainy tables,
Two souls speaking different fables.
You said “forever” in another tongue,
But I heard silence in every song.
You smiled like words you never meant,
A promise lost in the accident.
And I was learning your every phrase,
While you were fading into haze.
[Pre-Chorus 1]
I tried to read you like a poem in a storm,
But your meaning kept changing form.
[Chorus 1]
Oh, this love was a translation,
Every touch, a hesitation.
You said “I love you” like a metaphor,
But I don’t speak your language anymore.
I kept rewriting what you meant,
But the message was already spent.
Now all I have is lost communication,
Oh, the tragedy of our translation.
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[Verse 2]
We danced through every mispronounced line,
I thought your heartbeat echoed mine.
But there were pauses you never explained,
And silence spoke louder than pain.
You traced my skin like broken script,
A map where all the meanings slipped.
And I kept guessing what you feel,
But baby, every word was sealed.
[Pre-Chorus 2]
You said “always” like it’s temporary,
And I believed like it was necessary.
[Chorus 2]
Oh, this love was a translation,
Lost between misinterpretations.
You said “forever” like goodbye,
And I heard truth behind your lie.
I kept decoding what you meant,
But your signals came and went.
Now I’m left with faint vibration,
Oh, the ache of our translation.
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[Bridge 1] (soft, broken voice)
Do you remember the winter street?
Where you kissed me mid-repeat,
Of some song in your native tongue—
I never knew what it sung.
I smiled, pretending to understand,
But it was slipping through my hand.
And now I replay it every night,
Wondering if you ever meant it right.
[Bridge 2] (building emotion)
You called me your muse, your melody,
But I was lost in your symphony.
You spoke in rhythms I couldn’t trace,
And now your echo fills the space.
I kept your notes, your letters too,
Trying to find the meaning of you.
But every word still cuts me clean—
Translation’s where I’ve always been.
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[Verse 3]
Time moved on in different tenses,
Love got lost behind defenses.
You found another, fluent and sure,
While I’m still trying to translate “cure.”
I see your name in foreign skies,
And it still burns behind my eyes.
I whisper things I wish you knew,
But they don’t make sense without you
[outro]
Oh, this love was a translation,
A book without its final station.
Every word I wrote for you—
Was something you outgrew.
And I kept searching for connection,
But found only dissection.
Now my heart speaks isolation,
Oh.