If I do not know the path to follow
I gaze the night after a lonely star
And her bright torch I will borrow
To keep my wandering far and far.
As rain clouds cover the sky above
I sing for the Mediterranean wind
If even then the clouds do not move
I will not rest until her beam I find.
Sometimes, dark offer me guidance
When I know night is coming near
And I will be following her radiance,
Sometimes, dark keep me from dread
When I know the day will be all clear
And I will think her starlight is dead.