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 isn’t 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.