Mother tongue

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Heroes of the trace,
I can barely see through my dusty misbehaviors
If only I could sleep  and dream of my fallen language, dream of my ancient peace
If only I could breathe the rapture of your first glance
If only I could feel that autumn sun inside me
Heroes of the flame,
I can hardly name my raging hunting sorrows
If only I could stare at persisting grace and beauty, and never dare to move
If only I could breathe the rapture of your first glance
If only I could feel that autumn sun inside me
And sail home to your door