I can not tell by its rhythm where this heart was born
It is only music pulsing through palms
We know this, when we hold hands
Let whispers tickle ears whatever language they assume
I do not know what language bullets speak
Have only ever heard them whisper past my head
I do not know how to bleed in English
No sé cómo sangrar en español
But I think it is the same
Creo que es lo mismo con mis palabras
Y con mi lengua rota
Yo trato hablar with my words
Speak
I do not know what language bullets speak
Have only ever heard them whisper past my head
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