YOUNGER... (английская версия песни.)v6

[Intro: light beat, bass and claps, 95 BPM, melodic keyboard sample] Yo… This is the story, About a kid… He’s a brother, he’s a son. Our youngest one! Listen up, y’all— We’re kickin’ it off! [Verse 1] You walk into the room— And you just know who’s here. You’re all dressed up, You’re the star, no doubt, my dear. Yeah, the clothes you wear Mostly come from someone else, Hand‑me‑downs, it’s true, But they fit you like a spell. Phone’s from the older ones, But you don’t even care— It’s got a story, sure, But it’s yours, and that’s fair. In your hands—“Alenka,” Like a lucky charm, you say. Chocolate gone in seconds— Now you’re smiling all the way! [Chorus] Youngest one! We all adore you, it’s real. Even when you lose your phone Somewhere you can’t reveal. Home concerts every day— You put on the show, no fake. Not for show-off, not a game, For real, you own the stage. Youngest one! You’re our spark, our little chaos. We love you, no disguise— That’s the truth, no need for drama. (That’s the truth.) [Verse 2] Phone in danger— Classic move, we know the drill. We all remember How it goes, we’ve seen it all. This is your story now, One we tell together, loud, Recalling every twist and turn With a laugh, not with a frown. After all the wild rides, There’s “Alenka” once again. Chocolate heals the day, Brings the smile back, every time, amen. [Bridge] Plus, you chat with Alice All day long, non‑stop. She’s spinning in her head— This kid’s energy won’t stop. You’re best friends with the music, Fall asleep with it nearby. Catch the rhythm even low, When the mood’s a little shy. When you sing about your tats— We listen, really listen, man. Every word, every note— We hear it all, we understand. [Chorus] Youngest one! We all adore you, it’s real. Even when you lose your phone Somewhere you can’t reveal. Home concerts every day— You put on the show, no fake. Not for show-off, not a game, For real, you own the stage. Youngest one! You’re our spark, our little chaos. We love you, no disguise— That’s the truth, no need for drama. (That’s the truth.) [Final Chorus] Youngest one! We all adore you, it’s real. Even when you lose your phone Somewhere you can’t reveal. Home concerts every day— You put on the show, no fake. Not for show-off, not a game, For real, you own the stage. Youngest one! You’re our spark, our little chaos. We love you, no disguise— That’s the truth, no need for drama. (That’s the truth.) [Instrumental] [Outro] Even when your mood goes dark, And the day just falls apart, We still love you, through it all, Even if we scold you small. With the hand‑me‑down phone, With “Alenka” in your hand— Always chill, always light, Youngest, you’re one of a kind. (Beat fades out, light scratch and final clap)