I was just a kid with a ribbon in my hand, Dreaming of the world with a rock 'n' roll band, The sound of freedom in the air, A revolution in my heart, nothing could compare. From the first chord to the final scream, Rock was the fire that fueled my dream, And even now, with the years gone by, I still hear that sound, reaching for the sky. I was a rebel for not accepting what they say, I always wanted to be free, but I never could, In the shadow of my family, I missed many chances, But I know it was the best, that they could give me, I thank them so much, I won't do the same. And every beat, a beautiful solfeggio, Reminds me of where I came from, where I came from, Though the world has changed and time has passed, That boy's heart still beats in this song. Sounds of the past, they never fade, The songs that shaped our lives still play, Now the streets are different, the city has grown old, But the music is alive, like untold stories, With every melody, I'm taken back in time, To the nights we lived, and the dreams we wanted. Sounds of the past, they never fade, The songs that shaped our lives still play, Through the ups and downs, the joy and the pain, The spirit of rock, will forever remain. And another, So here is the music, the life I had, To the rebel from the interior, judgment, strength and determination, No matter the years, the fire will not die, In the sounds of the past, we will always pass.