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You're walking alone on the tightrope
And in the whole circus, it's so quiet
Step by step, you must go
There's no turning back, you must fall
Everyone is waiting for you to fall
You walk just to fall
You balance just to fall
This silence is for you

Oh, what noise there will soon be
No one breathes during this time
Every clenched fist, every tremble
Nails dug into palms until they bleed
Everyone is waiting for you to fall
You walk just to fall
You balance just to fall
You walk alone on the tightrope

(Ladies and gentlemen! Gentlemen and ladies! In a moment, we will witness a one-of-a-kind act, presented so far only in distant Argentina! I warn you! Individuals with weak nerves are kindly requested to cover their eyes! We also ask for absolute silence necessary for the artist to concentrate before this extremely difficult act, which he will perform before you in a moment! For the first time in this country! Therefore! Attention! In a moment, the great artist… will perform before you… The Great Artist!)

You're walking alone
You're walking alone on the tightrope
You're walking alone
You're walking alone on the tightrope
You're walking alone
You're walking alone on the tightrope
You're walking alone
You're walking alone on the tightrope
You're walking alone, walking alone…