Small tightrope walker
I am a little tightrope walker
Walking on a thin rope
I am so afraid a gust of wind
I certainly fall once
Down
I'm teetering on the brink
I'm so afraid you will not hear
How loud my heart beats
I'm so afraid that these sparks
In you are not able to ignite
No
I'm teetering on the brink
And I like the stars
This fall, but not death
And my compressed air
My cruel gentle breeze
Down
I'm teetering on the brink
I am a little tightrope walker
My desperation courage
Could cause admiration
But I do not know the steps
No
I'm teetering on the brink
After all, beneath me opened the abyss
Such hidden mysteries
What do I have almost no fear
Falling into the abyss without a backward glance
Down
I'm teetering on the brink
And I like the stars
This fall, but not death
And my compressed air
My abyss, my wind
And I like the stars
This fall, but not death
And my compressed air
My cruel gentle breeze
I am a little tightrope walker
Walking on a thin rope
I am so afraid a gust of wind
I certainly fall once
I am a little tightrope walker
Walking on a thin rope
I am so afraid a gust of wind
I certainly fall once
I am a little tightrope walker
