Music

(Roland Grapow) When I was a young boy I had no aim Neither experience It wasn¹t 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 I¹ve lost It¹s much too late For calling them back Music is like sunrise for me It¹s joyful like a trip in a time machine Music is like sunrise for me It¹s like comin¹ 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)