Roland Grapow) I had no aim
Neither experience
When I was a young boy
It wasn1t a shame
But one day I realised
It satisfied me
Most of the time Music is like a rising sun
Times are now changing
And memory fades
I gaze at the photos
A look in the haze
How many friends I1ve lost
You cannot imagine
It1s much too late
For calling them back Music is like sunrise for me
It1s joyful like a trip in a time machine
It1s like comin1 home
Music is like sunrise for me I was always insecure
Sometimes I still am
But I made up my mind now
I ask myself sometimes And look here I stand
Makes you fall down again
Is it all worth it ?
To fly over mountains
But music. (Solo.
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