Why, my heart, does this have to be such a war?
You see two worlds, two loves, two lives
and yet you try to build a bridge between them.
They are two worlds, my heart,
and the bridge can’t be built.
Our languages are not the same, nor our futures;
maybe only our dreams float in same constellations.
Are dreams enough to hold up a bridge?
My heart, stop trying, stop flying, sit and wait out this war.
Listen, do you hear that voice?
I know what it means, but I don’t know the words.
You don’t know the language either,
And you can’t know that world if you’re not taught to speak it;
And who is there to teach you?
My heart, this is a war, and I am just one soldier, armored and invisible.
Stop your tears, your hopes, and let this all subside.
I tell you, my heart, there can be no bridge, it can’t be built.