Il testo della Music

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.