My brother thinks he’s the best of older brothers But he’d probably wanted to be younger brother He likes to dream about his youth he likes to tell me when I’m wrong But he probably doesn’t know when he right When I was twelve his daughter was born, as I remember I couldn’t see him very often and I was miss him But when he comes to my apartment, when he comes to my father’s apartment We’re always drinking, we’re laughing sometimes we’re arguing When I was fourteen he tries to teach me and it was awful He walked with me on empty streets and we were talking He could told me everything ‘bout what is bad and what is good But he only told me about his life. And taught me everything. Actually I don’t have older brother Actually I don’t have older sister Actually all I've got is my father and my mother But I like my brother He’s the best