12 Segundos de Oscuridad

Turn the beam of light
so it can be seen from the high sea.
I was looking for the way back
without wanting to find it.

Foot behind foot
I followed the pulse of clarity
the night closed, barely opened,
closed again.

A still lighthouse would be nothing
a guide, as long as it keeps turning
it's not the light that truly matters
it's the 12 seconds of darkness.

So it can be seen from the high sea...
It's of little use to the navigator
who doesn't know how to wait.

Foot behind foot
there's no other way to walk
the night of the Cape
revealed in an immense radar.

A lighthouse stops, only by day,
a guide, as long as it keeps turning
it's not the light that truly matters
it's the 12 seconds of darkness.