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 dont 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...