Language is the flow
The ebb and soul
People differ
Thoughts too
Religions divide
Tribes and distances rule
But the common thing
The way to go
Is the ebb and soul
Of language flow

You can talk and sing
And make strange sounds
But close to the soul
Is the language you know

Good morning, goodnight
Warm and touching
The surface
But true culture and the people
Their lives and rhythm
Come back to the language
You know?