Young guys sing in the underpass. Our love has run out of batteries. (COVER) Street musicians

SUBSCRIBE US ~ ❗ Video link: Playlists: ➜ ➜ Tl: Battery cold wind with rain gusts and efforts are a hundredfold simply put into one word: there is no way back you’re not my julia and I’m not your romeo whats our love good for my battery is almost empty Oi-o-i-o-i-o my Battery.. Oi-o-i-o-i-o my Battery.. i already missed you the moment we parted you come back to me in my distant dreams but in spite of everything the evil fate has befallen me whats our love good for my battery is almost empty Oi-o-i-o-i-o my Battery.. Oi-o-i-o-i-o my Battery.. and everything is as usual the same cups and spoons and the