If I were to draw something on a white drawing paper I wonder what I would draw
If there is still passion left in my outstretched hand
Then I will draw the sky, that endless sky With this honest passion, there is nothing to lose
If I was to draw something on a white drawing paper I would probably draw musical notes
Because there still is sensation left in my outstretched hand
While writing words, I would go on linking these sensations And again I would compose a new world
The way to paradise I can hear your voice Nothing but this world Creation is my all
In a world we don’t know, I want to meet you right here again The gearwheel that stopped our world at that time is, Look, going like Tic-Tac-Tic-Tac, making a sound of progress again
With these fingertips, I will go on drawing my dream onto the sky And then again I will draw my dream onto the sky And then again I will draw my never worn-off passion