Je t'aime
Te amo
Ya tyebya lyublyu
Ani oher othka
I love you
The sounds are all as different as the lands from which they came
and though our words are all unique our hearts are still the same
Love in any language straight from the heart
pulls us all together never apart
and once we learn to speak it all the world will hear
love in any language fluently spoken here
we teach the youg our differences yet look how we're the same
we love to laugh, to dream our dreams we know the sting of pain
from leningrad to lexington the farmer loves his land
and daddies all get misty-eyed to give their daughter's hand
oh maybe when we realize how much there is to share
we'll find too much in common to pretend it isn't there
though the rhetoric of governments may keep us worlds apart
there's no misinterpreting the language of the heart
