Idioma Origen:
You walk out on the high wire.
You're a dancer on thin ice.
You pay no heed to the danger.
And less to advice,
Your footsteps are forbidden.
But with knowledge of your sin,
You throw your love to all the strangers,
And caution to the wind.
And you go dancing through doorways,
Just to see what you will find,
Leaving nothing to interfere,
With the crazy balance of your mind.
And when you finally reappear,
At the place where you came in,
You've thrown your love to all the strangers,
And caution to the wind.
It takes love over gold,
And mind over matter,
To do what you do that you must.
When the things that you hold,
Can fall and be shattered,
Or run through your fingers like dust.
Idioma Destino:
You walk out on the high wire.
You're a dancer on thin ice.
You pay no heed to the danger.
And less to advice,
Your footsteps are forbidden.
But with knowledge of your sin,
You throw your love to all the strangers,
And caution to the wind.
And you go dancing through doorways,
Just to see what you will find,
Leaving nothing to interfere,
With the crazy balance of your mind.
And when you finally reappear,
At the place where you came in,
You've thrown your love to all the strangers,
And caution to the wind.
It takes love over gold,
And mind over matter,
To do what you do that you must.
When the things that you hold,
Can fall and be shattered,
Or run through your fingers like dust.