What am I but a dancer in the dark
An existence only meant to serve
I live for mortals in the light of day
When hopeless prayers mingle with my soul
Asking it an impossible question
Of love’s labours and of the will to pray
Looking to answer fate’s eternal song
About that constant child of chance
My miracle is to heal the lover’s fears
To tell him: “Never submit to fate
and believe that your dreams
Are beyond your reality
Never believe that your dreams
Shall not fit in your tomorrow!”
My miracle is to give hope to every human heart
When my own is forever denied the human tears.
But my night belongs to the moon
Flowing through the columns of Vesta’s temple
The moon is kind to show that my hair
Still flows like the golden harvest of May
Reminding me that only twenty are my years
Tonight, there is no place for despair
The moon was kind to offer me a dance
