He walks along the rope,
Between two skyscrapers.
Steps lightly as he goes,
He walks just as easily down the road.
Fragile thin line,
Carries him between good and evil.
The horizon in front of him,
Like a rhyme to a dream.
Toward the sun,
The path of petrels carries him along
Taking along its wishes
From metropolitan dusty streets.
Towards the light,
Away from twilight shadows
Step by step
A young and fearless soul.
The wind is rising,
There is little time left,
Onlookers glance at the sky,
Following in his path.
Walking this way,
Between good and evil.
He remains confident,
He'll go the distance1.
1. He will go far