If I Lose You My Heart Will Be Broken
You only see what your eyes want to see
How can i feel what you want it to be
You&#;re frozen when your heart&#;s not open
You&#;re so consumed with how much you get
You waste your time with hate and regret
You&#;re broken when your heart&#;s not open
Mmm-mm-mm&#; If I could melt your heart
Mmm-mm-mm&#; We&#;d never be apart
Mmm-mm-mm&#; Give yourself to me
Mmm-mm-mm&#; You are the key
Now there&#;s no point in placing the blame
And you should know I&#;d suffer the same
If I lose you, my heart will be broken
Love is a bird, she needs to fly
Let all the hurt inside you die
You&#;re frozen when your heart&#;s not open
Mmm-mm-mm&#; If I could melt your heart
Mmm-mm-mm&#; We&#;d never be apart
Mmm-mm-mm&#; Give yourself to me
Mmm-mm-mm&#; You are the key
You only see what your eyes want to see
How can i life be what you want it to be
You&#;re frozen when your heart&#;s not open
Mmm-mm-mm&#; If I could melt your heart
Mmm-mm-mm&#; We&#;d never be apart
Mmm-mm-mm&#; Give yourself to me
Mmm-mm-mm&#; You are the key
Mmm-mm-mm&#; If I could melt your heart
Mmm-mm-mm&#; We&#;d never be apart
Mmm-mm-mm&#; Give yourself to me
Mmm-mm-mm&#; You are the key
If I could melt your heart
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I, Giordano Bruno
am a Catholic priest who
not merely contenting himself
strives to attain
what has been given to him,
the blue of the heavens
in a heart full of
forbidden passions
The monastery walls were high,
my cell confined,
too narrow for my heart.
My mind could not accept what others said.
I sought the truth
on dusty shelves
among forgotten books.
I questioned myself
and the books;
what is science
and who is it for,
what is man's place
in this great world?
What is science,
does it reveal the secret of our creation,
who is science for,
does it enable the poor
to be happier?
I questioned myself,
perused books
all night long
in the faint light of my cell
as the Dominicans
uttered prayers of thanks
in the pomp and ritual of their services.
The monastery walls were high,
the Dominicans narrow-minded
and pitiless.
Torches burned in dogs' mouths
on their banners,
they called themselves the hounds of God,
not knowing what love was.
They gathered the crumbs
from the rich man's table, grateful
for the continuation of the system,
thanked God for its survival.
They were enemies
of curiosity and science.
I am Giordano Bruno
and as I read
the walls, the theories
of obscurity crumbled
starry skies unfolded
before my eyes
and one by one
the answers to my questions.
I am Giordano Bruno
My father was a poet,
so was I,
apart from being a priest
I wrote poems
about bigoted clergy,
hypocritical Dominicans
and enemies of science.
My cell became a prison
I left the monastery,
travelled in foreign lands,
saw all the injustices,
the hypocrisy of the clergy,
the ruthlessness of the rulers.
I am Giordano Bruno
I travelled the world
in a tireless quest of knowledge
in search of men of science
while Doctor Servet of Geneva
was being burned,
while Catholics were celebrating
their bloody feast in Paris,
while thousands of books were burned,
three thousand persons killed in one night
I sought the truth, always
asked questions that I could
find it
while scholar Per de la Rame
was being murdered in Paris,
Hezarfen Ahmet Çelebi
in İstanbul.
I am Giordano Bruno
I travelled all corners of the earth,
seeking men of science,
I asked questions
I read and learnt
travelled, learnt
and thought.
Whom does science serve
why do those in power imprison it
and why is man so ruthless?
I thought
and asked myself a question,
advised my pupuls to ask questions
at the University of Toulouse.
I explained my thoughts
to those who knew not how to think
at Oxford.
I wrestled with the ignorant,
proving the truth with my knowledge.
The truth was searing
and there was no room on earth
for those who spoke the truth,
for free thought.
The church was bigoted and pitiless,
thus scholars held their tongues
in fear.
And I was hounded
for the same reason
I was hounded,
together with my thoughts.
But I did not geve up
seeking the truth,
believing in science
I, Giordano Bruno
am a Catholic priest who,
not merely contenting himself
strives to attain
what has been given to him,
the blue of the heavens
in a heart full of
forbidden passions
I yearned for my country
and returned to it.
Thomas of Aquinas, father of the bigoted
Dominicans, had said;
"Death awaits the unbeliever."
I was arrested in Venice,
tortured for six long years,
my bones were broken one by one
in an unending agony, but still
I resisted the pressure of the Inquisition.
I did not renounce my belief in science,
or give up gazing into eternity,
into the future with my eyes.
I had no fear of
the judge's decision,
of being burned alive,
I did not cease to believe in science.
I am Giordano Bruno
I was burned alive
on 16 February
in the Campo dei Fiori, Rome.
Flames engulfed my body
the priests waited with bated breath
but not one groan
escaped my lips,
nor word of repentance.
Flames engulfed my body
I burned in fires
but did not look at their faces
my eyes were fixed on the future,
on the heavens, on eternity.
I did not cease to believe in science
did not renounce my belief.
Galileo and others
took up my sword,
I burned in fires,
science bloomed in my ashes
Translated by Georgina Özer
From "I Feel Sad in May"