There goes my brother i know from my childhood.
There goes my brother that i doesn´t know me now.
Too emberassing!it´s too emberassing.
I want to greet him,but i don´t know how...

In kindergarten we shared everything,
We were family forever.
Kings of the hill and the chiefs of the playground,
Parents hated us but we didn´t care.
The two-little indians who fukked all the cowboys up...
We killed everyone with our plastic-guns (bang!bang!).
But that is long ago,you don´t know me no more..
But bakk in the sandbox we were the ones.

Yo,should i greet,should i not?
Should i speak,should i not?
Should i let him pass me by?
But what if he doesn´t recognize my face?
I´m his brother from bakk in the days!
Yo,should i run,should i hide?
Should i jump on the side?
Should i let him walk away?
Maybe it´s better,
But i will never know if i don't even try...
Hey...

There goes my brother i know from my childhood.
There goes my brother that i doesn´t know me now.
Too emberassing!it´s too emberassing.
I want to greet him,but i don´t know how...