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