Besedila: The Scorpions. In Trance. Sun in My Hand.

Yeah, well, I'd like to tell you something now
For men who shows you
Who's the furthest in the sky

How can you lose your mind?
How can you waste your time?
Hoping like that

Look at the sun inside
Of my hand so bright
I call it music

And if you touch, you'll see
Stars from infinity
Judge me forever

And when I touch the rain
Music will make you sane
Burn like you say 'em, oh

How can you lose your mind
How can you waste your time
Hoping like that

Look at the sun inside
Of my hand so bright
I call it music