Music

When I was a young boy I had no aim,

Neither experience - it wasn't a shame.

Most of the time it satisfied me,

But some day I realized - music is like a rising sun.

Times are now changing and memory fades,

I gaze at the photos, a look in the haze.

You cannot imagine how many friends I've lost,

It's much too late for calling them back.

Music is like sunrise for me,

It's joyful like a trip in a time machine.

Music is like sunrise for me - it's like coming home.

I was always insecure, sometimes I still am,

But I made up my mind now - and look here I stand.

I ask myself sometimes: "Is it all worth it ?"

To fly over mountains - makes you fall down again

But music is like sunrise for me,

It's joyful like a trip in a time machine.

Music is like sunrise for me - it's like coming home.

Music is like sunrise for me,

It's joyful like a trip in a time machine.

Music is like sunrise for me - it's like coming home.