I look at pictures when I was children*
never again will I be little
so my heart is restless
to be little, that I miss much
I was wearing shorts
they fit so nice
I didn't have any wrinkles, I wasn't hairy
naive and good, all over
Chorus:
If it's possible, I'll like to pay
only to go back for a little while
it's not right that I'm gray
I would rather be young
But me little, Boki they called me
my father's favorite son
they gave me candy and chocolate
very nice when I was little
They gave me finger-flicks as a joke
that's because I was little
now I came into old age
and I can't wear pants with braces
Chorus:
Now old, but still alive
smelling like rakia and beer
the reason why they fucked me over
so I am not little anymore