a rush of joy has just concquered me
and i even haven't seen it on my way
the days are starting to sync with me
and there is nothing to make all that good fade.

i just begun to cope with reality
or is it an old sock who grew on my leg?!
all this music continues inside of me,
like a fortune who was wating to be found.

dreams of sounds covered with recognition
floating om the back of my soul.
the music is me and i am it.
there is nothing to make all that good fade.
there is nothing to make all that good fade.


no more counting time to speed my days,
it's all been changing when you calm.
it's all diffrent when you are yourself again.
other may be sick cause my smiling disease
but i can't not be smile.

it's better to be happy when you can,
there is nothing to make all that good fade