Lost in translation
Lost in translation
I ask for the moment
You asked for tomorrow
They asked for yesterday
Cos they needed to remind us
Of who we were before we got here
They never believe in us
Till date their actions are never different from our troubles from yesterday
They don’t see our moment
They chose to ignore who we are now
They can’t even see what tomorrow will bring
All they see is our yesterday’s
The days of slavery
The days of brutality
The days we use to be in dark age
The days of death
The days of agony
The days full of sorrows
This days are never out of their memories
they never see nothing good about us today
Else those from our yesterday
So please leave me here
cos in this theory am
Lost in translation
Lost in translation
We smelled the iron rod
From coast to coast they said
Hunted by our shadows
Through the strangers against our redemption
Chased away from our dreams
Our hopes became our crime
Our freedom became the price of death
There was no tomorrow to better our captivity
our opinion was never meant to be
Cos all we were yesterday was just
Mere slaves
This is why they never see nothing good about our today
So leave me here cos in this theory am
Lost in translation
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