El gran salt [English translation]

I have jumped, a weird jump,

that has risen us more than three spans.

It was smoke coming out of it, so thick and white,

inside of it, you and me and my great jump.

We were scared while looking down

we were scared and we've remained

holding each other, feeling the jump

leaking out of our hands.

The eye witnensses

say "what a jump, God what a jump!";

the mothers say to their kids

"don't get closer, they have jumped!".

It was you and me and the world apart

and now is the world that will save us

in the ruins of this jump,

that were you and me, but now not so much.

This is falling, this is falling,

I shout your name through the white smoke

"Hold me tight and, if you can, fall

with both feet and in a flat place".

And we deserved a farewell

more worthy to be remembered

and not seeing us destroyed

by the force of the gravity.

You jumper who jump jumps,

you professional leaper!

You, friend, forever wanderer,

defined by your jumps!

How easy is everything! How good you are!

In your shining eyes

one can sense the immensity

of a whole world at your reach.

Night will come, night will come,

night will come and you'll uncover

a sweet and rusty dream

of jumpers jumping jumps.

And see you tomorrow, see you tomorrow,

outside a soft wind blows,

and the jumper will fall asleep

with face of nothing,

with face of jump.