Who will light your path Through the night? When you travel the marshes Toward which light Will you turn your eyes? When you hang in the void, To whom will you call? When you have no pillow, Where will you Lay your head? Who will light Your path Through the night, Toward what light Will you turn? The night is full of sounds, But can you recognize The right one? The night is full of lights, But which light Is the light of your eyes? And who casts the hook For night waters Into your mouth? Who follows you close As you go Along your way? Which teeth, white and rabid From loneliness and hunger Sink into your flesh? Who will cut the ties? Oh, what a sharp Invisible knife Who will wait for you At the crossroads? At midnight Toward what light Will you turn?