Barber - Игорь Саруханов

These june joins

Are alwais full of happy crouds

It tips you win

Its gotta yave to tips in lows

Im so tired

I loose my father cannot find it

Barber, barber, barber, you raise my mind

I feel your gaze

Its how exactly start up here

I like your face

But im not for you, my dear

Im a fitted brain

It seems that i dont love the game

Barber, barber, barber, youve captured my friends

These june joins

Are alwais full of pretty girls

But i cant 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