I was born in '49,
In a family of four.
Father had his own band
Just after the war.

My brother and i had a radio
And every night we'd share,
Waves from luxembourg
That came though the air.

Days were full of music
And nights were the same.
And though the songs are different now
Some things never change...

I can't explain the way i feel.
Why, event to this day,
I steel love the sound of that red guitar.
It takes my breath away
And goes straight...
To my heart.
Straight to my heart.
Straight to my heart.