Do you understand? There is no translation.
Do you understand me? There is no translation.
Do you understand me? Do you understand?
So many ideas lost in translation. So many ideas lost.
Do you understand me? Do you?
Reduced to one language, a common thread is all that you
have left to sew your mouth shut.
Words are like colors, painting a picture of ideas.
But the canvas looks whiter each day, colors fading as
words go extinct.
What are you trying to say? What if we learned, not erased?
What if we learned to embrace? Homogeny is a tragic way to
communicate. It's all I can say.
I want more than one voice. There's more than one way to say "I love you".
More in my heart than the words in my mouth.
More to the feelings and thoughts that define me than a
single language could ever hope to let out.
Cultures die as fast as their mothertongues.
1905 / Amanda Woodward - split 7" (2004)
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