A Heroic, Wounded Pilot

She flies and flies until twilight blazes, A swallow returns to her motherland, Only to see joy, dimming, in mid air. Wings, tattered like old cloths, Burgundy, tarnished like an old coin, Never again with a youthful look. She flies and flies until midnight glows, A swallow, lost in the vortex of her evil, Not longing to be separated from her family. Eyes, with blurred vision, voice without melody, Nest empty, a rosary without amber roses. A swallow, yeaning to reunite with her loved ones... A decade om foreign soil, she fights for her beloved nation.