Текст песни «Barber». Игорь Саруханов

These june joins
Are alwais full of happy crouds
It tips you win
ItТs gotta yave to tips in lows
IТm so tired
I loose my father cannot find it
Barber, barber, barber, you raise my mind

I feel your gaze
ItТs how exactly start up here
I like your face
But iТm not for you, my dear
IТm a fitted brain
It seems that i donТt love the game
Barber, barber, barber, youТve captured my friends

These june joins
Are alwais full of pretty girls
But i canТt stand
All those who pull off under Rome
You leave my bed
You have to show your horror to man
Barber, barber, barber, you touched my neck

You leave my bed
You have to show your horror to man
Barber, barber, barber, you touched my neck

You leave my bed
You have to show your horror to man
Barber, barber, barber, you touched my neck

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