Я не бах!

Not Bach, not quite Beethoven,
But in my heart the music's woven
Through mountain peaks and valley streams like Vivaldi in my rising wind,
Rising, rising from the deep. 
La La la, watch me as I leave.

I may not be Bach, but I am the sound,
Rising from silence, waking new ground.         
Thunder rose within my soul,
Lightning stripes as notes unfold through time and space,
I find my way like streams that dance and sway,
Rising, rising through the night
La La la, burning light.

I may not be Bach, but I am the sound,
Rising from silence, breaking new light.

I am the wind,
I am the storm,
I am the rain,
Being reborn.

Not Stradivari's perfect tone,
But in these hands the musics groan
Through earth and sky, I'll make my mark.
Like sunlight piercing through the dark.

Rising, rising, watch me fly
La La la, touching the sky.   

I may not be Bach,
But I am the sound rising from silence,
Breaking new blood.
Rising, rising, breaking new blood