Wirewalker Poem by Emil Sharafutdinov

A translation from Vera Nikolayevna Polozkova (Russian: Вера Николаевна Полозкова; born 5 March 1986)

You know, if to look for an enemy - anyone will do fine.
Here, perhaps, ask me - I have my super-powers:
I am calm and erect, and I walk tall
with a torch upon my brow and no safety line
on a steel wire strung between two towers
while from below they shout only "fall".

Do they really know what it cost me to master this art?
Would they step on the wind, having groped for its bow?
Have they seen how many times I did fall and cry?
They think I am just a lucky retard.
If I answer them, I will lose the torch upon my brow.
If I answer them, I will die.