As Andorinhas

The swallows have returned
And I have also returned
To land in the old nest
That I once left here

We are swallows
That come and go
In search of love
Sometimes it returns tired
Injured, hurt
But it returns home
Flapping its wings
With great pain

Like the swallow
I left dreaming
But it was all in vain

I returned without happiness
Because, in truth
A swallow
Flying alone
Does not make summer