Do you know Fred? I know I should have learned to speak properly in order to form a rock group in England, sorry for that, after all you have dumped the runes for people like the Normans and me. You...
You know, we, Barins, are emigrants, false dago reds (devil rats), ended up in Brighton, England. We were looking to get a life We were staying in this crazy hostel With nuts, nuts all around One...
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. Tony, we're gonna...
I wanted to write a lyric about god for this song, not about all this fucking evil which religion is and religious people do, but how could I write something good about nothing especially, humn, real?...
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) We're...