Old times Sweet times I`m here from 93 It almost moves me to tears And if i die In Heaven I`ll be sure My report will never die
When I was young kid going to bed at 9 o`clock Tired after long day of talk and walk Being in a sweet sleep Fascinated by mama`s fairy-tale Read for me carefully in every little detail I always knew that was touching episode Like a faint light in the end road Exiting moments full of love and care Which I always got in equal share With my brother who`s next to me Making his own dance career
Spring has come, sunny weather, boys and girls wanna get some fun Enjoy this life from sun to sun But police let them down Waiting outdoors within late hours
Reading books, doing sport I was obedient child Then I went to school I got wild First, second, third form that was a complete nightmare I was stuck in exercise books like waiting for welfare Then we started playing basketball Trained a lot, so we realized a goal Teachers loved us, we were favorite pupils We were like just picked off apples I`m not saying we are fools now We`ve got the necessary know-how Now it`s 2010 We going to school, tomorrow lessons will be again And you know what?The end is coming Like this sad song is beating Every single day passing She gives me the last tender kissing
Radim:
This is my report, my short story If you don`t understand, I`m so sorry
Ramil:
No matter what we used to have No matter what we`ll soon have I`m still down with my old boys If you need my help, take my number, we`ll settle together with no lawyers