I drew the picture of life in my own way
Actually, I didn't know anything at all, so I mixed all the colours
Surely, I made mistakes
Everyone is running from something
Sometimes they admit the truth with moist eyes
Sometimes as if they are content
Now I'm far away, especially from my own self
From home, from you, like migratory birds
Even though I am too late, in faded pictures
After all these years it still looks beautiful
When I was young I really believed that if you really want
Everything is possible, it is not hard to believe
My story would start with you, let it continue with you
Make me believe
I drew the picture of life in my own way
Actually, I didn't know anything at all, so I mixed all the colours
Surely, I made mistakes
Everyone is running from something
Sometimes they admit the truth with moist eyes
Sometimes as if they are content
Now I'm far away, especially from my own self
From home, from you, like migratory birds
Even though I am too late, in faded pictures
After all these years it still looks beautiful
When I was young I really believed that if you really want
Everything is possible, it is not hard to believe
My story would start with you, let it continue with you
Make me believe
Make me believe
Make me believe