Song | Number One |
Artist | Helloween |
Album | Pink Bubbles Go Ape |
Lyrics:Weikath Music:Weikath | |
Each time when one more year was over | |
You refused to hear heavven's bells sound | |
And the happiness in you heart's been set lower | |
You were searching for friends but no one seemed to be 'round | |
You merely should think of the good times | |
'Cos there are so many ways you can go | |
Take a look at yourself, you're still very young | |
And big aims always take very long | |
Now it's time for happiness, stay hard and trust your fate | |
Don't forget you're something else you'll never be too late | |
Trust your fathers' mighty spell you'll never be alone | |
Fate will always turn out well and you'll be number one | |
Shout at the world don't care what they say | |
'Cos your life is now, here and today | |
Luck is there, ev'rywhere | |
Go on, reap its goods, that's the way | |
You wanna have truth, relief from your pain | |
But life takes its toll again and again | |
Don't fear the night--your future is paid | |
And the tracks to your aims are laid | |
Now it's time. . . |
Lyrics: Weikath Music: Weikath | |
Each time when one more year was over | |
You refused to hear heavven' s bells sound | |
And the happiness in you heart' s been set lower | |
You were searching for friends but no one seemed to be ' round | |
You merely should think of the good times | |
' Cos there are so many ways you can go | |
Take a look at yourself, you' re still very young | |
And big aims always take very long | |
Now it' s time for happiness, stay hard and trust your fate | |
Don' t forget you' re something else you' ll never be too late | |
Trust your fathers' mighty spell you' ll never be alone | |
Fate will always turn out well and you' ll be number one | |
Shout at the world don' t care what they say | |
' Cos your life is now, here and today | |
Luck is there, ev' rywhere | |
Go on, reap its goods, that' s the way | |
You wanna have truth, relief from your pain | |
But life takes its toll again and again | |
Don' t fear the nightyour future is paid | |
And the tracks to your aims are laid | |
Now it' s time. . . |