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 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 comin? 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