Besedila: Darkel. My Own Sun.

To be or to have
That?s a choice to make
To be or to have
To love or to hate
Ownership is an illusion
Ownership is an illusion
It?s our world
A place we all belong
It?s not mine
I?m on borrowed time
Something burns in me
Something turns in me
Something yearns in me

I?m my own sun
I?m my own sun
I?m my own sun
I?m my own sun

I don?t need diamond rings
To earn my angel wings
You have my love to place
A smile upon my face

There must be a reason
For the changing of the seasons
There must be an answer
Between capricorn and cancer
Life goes on
When sunshine comes along
I feel it in my soul
I feel it in my soul
I feel it in my soul

I?m my own sun
I?m my own sun
I?m my own sun
I?m my own sun

I don?t need diamond rings
To earn my angel wings
You have my love to place
A smile upon my face

I?m my own sun
I?m my own sun
I?m my own sun
I?m my own sun ?

(Merci a Baptiste pour cettes paroles)