There was a tower that went before a fall.
    Can’t we ever, my love, speak in the same language?
Its nerves grew worse and worse as it grew tall,
    Have we no aims in common?

As children we were bickering over beads —
    Can’t we ever, my love, speak in the same language?
The more there are together, Togetherness recedes.
    Have we no aims in common?

Exiles all as we are in a foreign city,
    Can’t we ever, my love, speak in the same language?
We cut each other’s throats out of our great self-pity —
    Have we no aims in common?

Patriots, dreamers, die-hards, theoreticians, all,
    Can’t we ever, my love, speak in the same language?
Or shall we go, still quarrelling over words, to the wall?
    Have we no aims in common?