| 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 lostIt'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 standI 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 |