Síndrome Del Trapecista

You twist the path,
Your rudder trembles.
Can you cross the waters without getting wet?
You're running away from your shadow,
You're changing your skin.
Can you cross the flames without burning?
The streets are empty
And dead to dream
And you have nowhere to go.
I carry you in my storm
Until you disappear.
Can you burn in flames without being burned?
You played, you bet, you laughed, you cried,
You won, you lost, and there you go...
You thought, you crossed, you burned, you laughed,
You won, you lost, and there you go...
You put the gasoline
And I start the engine.
Can you cross the bridge without falling?
When midnight comes
Even if I have a broken wing
I will make my shot without fail.