He rose high not by rank or by status Not for pay, not for note Onto his uncoventional stage Thru his life marched above the big circus On a rope, on a rope Like a nerve tigntened by rage Look up there, without protection he walks One slight move to the right - there death for him stalks One slight move to the left - still no saving him then But it must be important for him to trancend Four quarters to go till the end.
                         
And the lights pushed him off of his stride And pierced, namely laurels The horn rumbled breaking in two His ears deaf from the "Bravos" we cried And the cymbals, and the cymbals Like a monolith crashing on you Look up there, without protection he walks One slight move to the right - there death for him stalks One slight move to the left - still no saving him then But now there is less for him left to trancend Three quarters to go till the end. Ah, so feared, so brave, so precious Fighting death for 3 minutes Made us gape and stand still in suspense From the ground we watched very anxious Liliputians, Liliputians We appeared to him at a glance Look up there, without protection he walks One slight move to the right - there death for him stalks One slight move to the left - still no saving him then But be calm even less for him left to trancend Just two quarters till the end. Though he laughed at the fame he was given He wanted to be only first Try to put one like him in a grave Not on wires above the arena, On our nerves, on our nerves Calmly walked as the drums raved Look up there, without protection he walks One slight move to the right - there death for him stalks One slight move to the left - still no saving him then Hush, stay still, there isnít much left to trancend No more then a qaurter till the end. Then cried out the trainer and trained Laying limbs on the strecher The prognosis severe and harsh Was he certain or just simply brazen Into splinters, into splinters He had spilt his vaxation and blood And today, unprotected another one walks A thin wire beneath - there death for him stalks Leaning right leaning left - no saving him then But for reasons untold he begins to transcend Four quarters of rope till the end.
© Alex Lvovsky. Translation, ?