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From birth was good and so sweet
Everyone wanted to squeeze me so happily
How happy I was until I grew up
There were many ideas and joy without dreams
Thank you brothers and friends
That have not left me over the past years
I grew up completely healthy and gifted with willpower
You taught me to be joyful even in sorrow
When defeat and conscience presses on you
Without losing spirit, he walked proudly and overcame at all
Yes, I was not good at school as in the beginning
But you raised a smart boy with a smart word
Which in the streets is cruel and merciless
Who will lend a helping hand even to the enemy.
I thank the streets from the bottom of my heart for helping me get through all the difficulties
I thank my parents for letting me experience this.

Chorus:
I wasn't good at everything
I was not an easy child
But now I'm sorry for everything
For what I did before, I was a fool.

Friends, always a brother, will always support with a word.
Friends who lend a helping hand
Relatives for advice.
Relatives who will notice that you are having a difficult moment.
The parents that raised me taught good manners.
He is polite with girls, but with others there is no fire in his heart.
Always walked, wandered alone, like a wolf in a strange pack.
For me, there are no relatives here, everyone barks at each other.
Hometown is home, everyone knows you there
And if you walk through the streets, they will throw salam at you, brother.
How to live if they are not there, how to be when there is no support,
But looking at the sky, the sun warms the heart.
After all, you know that on the other side it also shines.
And your brothers also warm their hearts under this sun.
But relatives, parents are always there
Always helping and helping out when needed.

Chorus:
I wasn't good at everything
I was not an easy child
But now I'm sorry for everything
For what I did before, I was a fool.

I remember how I often spent time with friends
Mom came home, I came late
I knew that there were no barriers in my area
There you will hear there you will look op two on the balcony
When you start up, you won't stop, and the time is already late.
And somehow cheerful despite the dark alleys
After all, you know that they know you in some nook and cranny
And even along the way you will chat out of boredom
To study, dear home, in the yard, and home again
And it's nice that everyone around you knows
But somehow it became sad, life made me leave
Where there is no heat, and the voice is heard only through the echo
Here I am lost, here I am powerless,
But somehow you have to go through this path after all.
And to god I pray by the bed every night
So that this path is milky and careless for me, and also easier.