(Roland Grapow)
When I was a young boy
I had no aim
Neither experience
It wasnıt a shame
Most of the time
It satisfied me
But one day I realised
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 Iıve lost
Itıs much too late
For calling them back
Music is like sunrise for me
Itıs joyful like a trip in a time machine
Music is like sunrise for me
Itıs like cominı 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...
(Solo)
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