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 [bad word] 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