How I have missed your tongue,
And not just your voice,
Your tongue -
And not just your language,
Those words that became more mine
When we gave each other to each other,
Palavras that spilled from the tip,
The fork,
When songs were banned,
When singing was banished
When musicians were locked up
For enticing memories
And colouring a culture palette;
How I have missed your tongue
And not just your culture,
Your tongue -
And not just your language,
Those words that became more mine
When we returned each other to each other,
Mine - now that melody
Unlocks musicians
No longer missed,
In an amnesty of tongues.
