Hey Tony, don't go away, please.. You're Barins' souce, wow.. . Someone's trying to stick me a finger now. But I'm not that type, no.. . Valpolicella, you're glorious, I feel in a roses sea..
Hi there, the name of the group is Barins. Yeah, Barins, Italian surname, borrowing meaning from pubs and brains. . Or 360 Graus' characters. . We don't play well to please (no one but ourselves).
Wash my brain, wash my brain. Release me from this shame. And wash my brain. . Rose print underwear. Curly, curly blond, blond hair. You shine like a dandy lion.
Waking up each day to a warm embrace. To the smell of sweet perfume. Every man needs his woman. Seems I ain't good enough for you. . (The sweet surrender of a broken heart).
Mystery is following me down that lonesome road. And I don't know my way, my way back home. There's someone on my shoulder and he will not share a load.
We will survive beyond the grave. And as we sleep we will be saved. Life in its essence will endure. Whilst still on earth we can be sure. All our endeavours surely must return to dust.
Came to your border. Looking back into the night. Falling down on the city lights far away. . Tell me the answer. "Who knows the wrong from the right?".
If your world is falling 'round you. And you don't know where you are. If you need someone to be there. Baby, believe in me. When the dark night is upon you.
Mother and child, mother and. Just the mother and child. . On a cold starry night in the winter time. Stood three old men by a mill pond in the moonlight.
If I had my way. I would not be here. Not for one day. My leaving is clear. . I've had my share. Of heartache and pain. For happiness. I'm searching in vain.
Stranger at the gate, let him in. Stranger at the gate, let him in. Stranger at the gate, let him in. Won't you let him in?. . He's been waiting on the other side.
I've been so lost since you went away. I've been so sad without you. I wanted to be there, I wanted to hold on. And tell you, how much, how much I loved you.
Just a picture taken back in '65. We were young then, it seems so long ago. Play it one time, spirit of the '70s. Live forever, lead me on. . Oh, those crazy nights we'd spend our lives.
All your love, you gave to me. Every piece of your heart, you let me see. You filled my cup, and I felt complete. Now you wake me up, inside a bad dream.
Uh Oiga! Cumbia! Pngale! Y esto comienza as. . Somos ovejas descarriadas de un rebao sin pastor. No entendemos de templanza, ni decencia, ni razn. Y si sabemos lo que es bueno, lo que es malo es mejor.
silence voice with whistle of the wind. through dim nocturnal, misty air. melancholic crying of the wind. full of agony and despair. those graves with those old trees near.
Summon the spirits, listen the wind. Look into flames, listen your mind. Study great arts, be sure what you do. Collect the parts of puzzle so huge. .
Angel Of Death. Came From The Depths. Satanic Vengeance. Blood Of God. God Is Dead. You Can See His Blood. Blood From The Sky. Bleeding Sky. . Bleeding Sky.
Black goat whit silver horns. Sick and preverted smile on face. Virgin lies naked on the altar. Before an inverted crucifix. . Goat above. Goat below.