How to explain, for one who doesn't know
Who hasn't experienced the way,
The life of a traceur, the path of silence
We move where others dare not go
Across rooftops and through dark alleys
Being fluid as water, always preserving the flow
Leaping, Climbing, Vaulting
All tools of the art used to craft the masterpiece
That one run, where everything fits
Each landing precise, every gap cleared
This is the goal of traceurs everywhere
To move swiftly and with purpose
No tricks, no flash, that is not the way
Glory is not to be found
Money is not to be made
However, one can find peace of mind
For every obstacle becomes conquerable
