When I was a senior in high school, I went to Mexico with my high school youth group. We got to live in a village among the Tarahumara, and I remember vividly how we’d sit around a campfire at night, singing songs.
We noticed soon that the villagers were coming out to listen to us sing, and we asked them through our translator if they wanted us to sing a song in Spanish. They offered a different solution.
They asked if we would sing a song in English, and then they offered to sing a song for us in their language. So that’s what we did. We didn’t have to understand each others’ words; we were all singing to the same Person for the same reason. And He understood us all no matter what language we spoke.