Текст песни Michael Kiske - Music
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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 againBut 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.