Glas [English translation]

Maybe I don't have that great of a voice,

Maybe a chord squeaks sometimes.

But I'd love to

Fix those frowning brows and faces of yours.

I too wake up under the same Sun,

The same rain wets my hopes when thunder begins.

Grimly you look at me, wondering why I sing,

You have no happiness with anyone no matter where you are...

Isn't music, all that we need?

Isn't music, all that we need?

Even when wind through the pockets rings,

Everything is a lot easier when you let out your voice.

Maybe I don't have that great of a physique,

Maybe somewhere, some back slumps.

But I'll straighten my back for you,

Let the song start, let all talk stop.

I too wake up under the same Sun,

The same rain muddies my hopes when thunder begins.

Grimly you look at me, wondering why I sing,

You've got no happiness and should be given it

Isn't music, all that we need?

Isn't music, all that we need?

Even when wind rings through the pockets,

Everything is a lot easier when you let out your voice.