[Words and Music by Roland Grapow]
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 one day I realised
Music is like a rising sun
Times are changing now
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 a sunrise for me
It’s joyful like a trip in a time machine
Music is like a 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
But music is like a sunrise for me
It’s joyful like a trip in a time machine
Music is like a sunrise for me
It’s like coming home