Michael Kiske - Music текст песни

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 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 sunrise for me,
It's joyful like a trip in a time machine
Music is like sunrise for me - it's like coming home

Music is like sunrise for me,
It's joyful like a trip in a time machine
Music is like sunrise for me - it's like coming home