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đŸ€– MĂșsica composta e produzida por InteligĂȘncia Artificial (Dexbom AI).

[Verse] You said "ciao" like music in my chest, I laughed in English, didn’t mean a thing. Your eyes held words I couldn’t trace, But I memorized the way you smiled in silence. [Verse] We danced in a language made of glances, No translation for this kind of glow. You pointed to the sky and said “stars,” I whispered back my name—still don’t know where you went. [Pre-Chorus] Every word I said was lost in the air, But your hand in mine—felt like love, not a prayer. [Chorus] Lost in translation, but I feel it— You’re the rhythm in my breath, the light in my shadow. Even if we never speak the same tongue, You’re the song I’ll always sing, the place I’m coming from. Lost in translation, but I feel it— You’re the moon in my quiet, the fire in my still. No dictionary ever wrote this kind of truth— I’m still whispering your name in the silence, still. [Verse] You wrote “ti amo” on a paper plane, I caught it midair, heart skipping a beat. But when I held it up, the breeze took it, And I stood there—still not sure what it meant. [Pre-Chorus] Every word I said was lost in the air, But your hand in mine—felt like love, not a prayer. [Chorus] Lost in translation, but I feel it— You’re the rhythm in my breath, the light in my shadow. Even if we never speak the same tongue, You’re the song I’ll always sing, the place I’m coming from. Lost in translation, but I feel it— You’re the moon in my quiet, the fire in my still. No dictionary ever wrote this kind of truth— I’m still whispering your name in the silence, still. [Bridge] We never said the words, but we knew. In the way you looked when I was near. A language older than time and tone, And now I’m dancing in the in-between. [Chorus] Lost in translation, but I feel it— You’re the rhythm in my breath, the light in my shadow. Even if we never speak the same tongue, You’re the song I’ll always sing, the place I’m coming from. Lost in translation, but I feel it— You’re the moon in my quiet, the fire in my still. No dictionary ever wrote this kind of truth— I’m still whispering your name in the silence, still. [Outro] Still
 I’m still
 Whispering your name
 In the silence
 Still


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