Sunny day,
And I can hear them call…
Will they ever come back home?
On my way,
To watch and catch them all…
The most precious things I can´t control!
Nights and days,
Ready to be born…
I paint their silhouette.
The melody
Of my favorite teenage song…
I heard thousand times and can´t forget!
Searching all around the world,
I was gone for a long time.
I have seen them rise and fall
Between whiskey and wine!
Burning like gasoline!
Sounding like a violin!
I was never too late…
Summer day,
Whispers in my ear…
The old stories about the man.
Who would sit and sway,
Make history with faith…
From their cradle to their grave!
Searching all around the world,
I was gone for a long time.
I have seen them rise and fall
Between whiskey and wine!
Burning like gasoline!
Sounding like a violin!
I was never too late!
What a blast? To feel your head explode.
What a sound? A new idea was born.
Without them… We would be empty
And alone.
Burning like gasoline.
Sounding like a violin.
I was never too late…
Searching all around the world,
I was gone for a long time.
I have seen them rise and fall
Between whiskey and wine!
Burning like gasoline!
Sounding like a violin!
I was never too late!
I was never too late!