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 through the air.



Days were full of music

and nights were just the same.

And though the songs are different now

some things never change...



I can't explain the way I feel.

Why, even to this day,

I still love that sound of that red guitar.

It takes my breath away

and goes straight...

to my heart.

Straight to my heart.

Straight to my heart.