Марк Шарковский, Сайфутдинов Ренат Lost the boy

We lost the boy
He won't be able to get any more
He won't be flying back
No one will find him
We lost the boy
She took him
She won't bring him back
We lost the boy
We lost the boy, he was stolen from us
The last time we saw him, he was stolen from him
We lost the boy, he was gone
She took him so early, he was so young
What about our parties? The riots at your place?
What about raising money? Spending it? What about our yards?
We wanted to fly, after all, to find out what's underneath every dress.
There was so much to do, brother, what have you done? How many years have we spent racking our brains until dawn?
That no one can ever separate us.
Neither fences, nor quarrels, nor mowers have divided us.
But today you didn't pick up or call back.
Tell him we wanted a BMW.
The first one to stock up was a bet.
Tell him I've forgotten what he looks like in real life.
And don't let the guy go to waste.
Lost the boy.
He won't call again.
He won't fly back.
No one will find him.
Lost the boy.
She took him.
She won't bring him back.
Lost the boy.