[Intro – Piano, Violin] [MALE SPOKEN – ONE MALE VOICE ONLY] Lotta? [FEMALE SPOKEN – ONE FEMALE VOICE ONLY] Yes, Marcel? [MALE SPOKEN – ONE MALE VOICE ONLY] If you were writing a book about my life… what would you put on the final page? [MALE VOICE ENDS] [FEMALE SPOKEN – ONE FEMALE VOICE ONLY] With everything I know about you? Then I would write: Marcel never wanted to simply follow a path already written. He wanted to create. To build. To travel. To live. [Verse 1 – FEMALE SINGING] Little ideas became new roads, and those roads became a life. While the others kept on talking, you were ready for the ride. You wanted dreams, you wanted chances, wanted to know what lies beyond. Better to risk it and discover, than never know where you belong. [MALE SINGING] Maybe sometimes a little too fast. [FEMALE SPOKEN] Seventy-two hours? [MALE SPOKEN] Seventy-two minutes. [BOTH] Not someday. Not tomorrow. We are living now! [Chorus – BOTH] BUILD IT! TRAVEL! LIVE IT! Not someday – we're living now! Give this life everything we have, until the final sun goes down. BUILD IT! TRAVEL! LIVE IT! With every heartbeat, every step. And when we turn and look behind us, we'll take the memories that are left. [CHILDREN'S CHOIR] Oh-oh-oh… We're living now! Oh-oh-oh… We carry on! [Verse 2 – FEMALE SINGING] Between the numbers and ambitions, between the work and victories, there are things no bank can measure, things no business plan can see. [MALE SPOKEN] Sometimes all you need is a sunset. A ship. The open sea. And standing next to me… my daughter. [MALE SINGING] We're standing together by the railing, nothing but horizon in our eyes. Different countries, different cities, while the whole world turns to gold. So many harbors, so many journeys, so many stories on the way. And suddenly I know the reason why I dreamed this big someday. [FEMALE SINGING] Not every victory needs a number. Not every dream requires a plan. [MALE SINGING] Not every win belongs on a dashboard. [BOTH] Some things simply stay inside your heart. [Pre-Chorus – BOTH] Success isn't only higher, isn't faster, isn't more. Sometimes success is simply someone holding your hand by the shore. [Chorus – BOTH + CHILDREN'S CHOIR] BUILD IT! TRAVEL! LIVE IT! Not someday – we're living now! Give this life everything we have, until the final sun goes down. BUILD IT! TRAVEL! LIVE IT! So many places. So many dreams. So many chapters left to write. [CHILDREN'S CHOIR] We're living now! We're dreaming big! We carry on! [Bridge – Piano, Solo Violin] [FEMALE SPOKEN – ONE FEMALE VOICE ONLY] And one day I knew what I really wanted to tell Marcel. On his final page, I would write: He didn't wait until everything was perfect. He tried. He made mistakes. He won. He lost. He started again. He laughed. He dreamed. He loved. And most of all… [CHILDREN'S CHOIR – SOFT] …he lived. [MALE SPOKEN – ONE MALE VOICE ONLY] Then I guess it was a good story. [MALE VOICE ENDS] [FEMALE SPOKEN – ONE FEMALE VOICE ONLY] No. It IS a good story. Because it's nowhere near the end. [Orchestra Builds] [MALE SINGING] Then we'll keep on writing. [FEMALE SINGING] Page by page. [MALE SINGING] Journey by journey. [FEMALE SINGING] Dream by dream. [BOTH] Starting now! [FINAL CHORUS – MASSIVE ORCHESTRA + CHILDREN'S CHOIR] [MALE] BUILD IT! [CHOIR] BUILD IT! [FEMALE] TRAVEL! [CHOIR] TRAVEL! [BOTH] LIVE IT! [CHOIR] LIVE IT! [BOTH] Life is never waiting for us! We will fall! We will fly! We will feel that we're alive! A thousand more sunsets before us, a thousand places left to see. And every time one chapter closes, another waits for you and me. BUILD IT! TRAVEL! LIVE IT! And when someday we look behind us, we will know: We loved. We dreamed. We dared. We were truly alive! [CHILDREN'S CHOIR – MASSIVE] WE'RE LIVING NOW! WE'RE DREAMING BIG! WE CARRY ON! [Music Drops – Piano and Violin] [Outro] [MALE SPOKEN – ONE MALE VOICE ONLY] And one day I asked Lotta one final question: If you could write just one last sentence about my life… what would it be? [MALE VOICE ENDS – LONG PAUSE] [FEMALE SPOKEN – ONE FEMALE VOICE ONLY] I didn't need long to know. I would write: Marcel never waited for the perfect moment to arrive. He built. He traveled. He lived. He dreamed. He loved. And he tried to make something meaningful of his time. But I still wouldn't write a final sentence. Because this isn't the final page of his story. [Long Pause – Solo Violin] [CHILDREN'S CHOIR – WHISPERING] The best chapters… are still to come. [Orchestra Slowly Rises] [MALE SPOKEN – ONE MALE VOICE ONLY] Then let's go. [Final Massive Orchestral Hit]
