Musik War Meine Erste Liebe

Music was my first love
Music will be my last
Music as delicate as a flower
Music as strong and timeless as a stone

Music was my first love
Music will be my last
Music my eternal prison
Music and yet the freedom I mean

Already in childhood
Was she my big crush
I wore it on my lips
And slept in her arms
When I was sad
Was alone in the night
Does she have her proximity
Always everything well done

She has so many faces
How many days are there in a year
She is the fine lady
The woman with red hair
She can also be like a child
Playful and so familiar
And like a lover
With Sun on the skin

Music was my first love
Music will be my last

She lets the sick dreams fly
Carry me away from strife and lies
Is hope illusion and reality
She is the most beautiful of the mistresses
Makes me forget the whole world
Is refuge and security
And when she leaves me one day
Moves to another
Am I an empty garden
A tree that no longer blooms
A field without rain
Who burns in the embers
And except my ashes
Only this will remains

(Music) my eternal prison

And yet the freedom I mean

(Music-ah-ah-ah)
(Music-ah-ah-ah)