- My Singing Hairdresser Friend -
I have a singing friend
he is my hairdresser
He lives a simple life
Wondering if tomorrow
will bring the sorrows and worries
A small place to stay, together
with his old and sick mother
Food on the table to day
but what about tomorrow
I have a singing friend
he is my hairdresser
He think a lot and he
worries about the future
The sun is shining but he do
not know what tomorrow will bring
I have a singing friend
he is my hairdresser
He sing in a language
I do not understand
He sings about love,
passion and romance
Eyes smiling as he sings,
but the face is still not happy
I have a singing friend
he is my hairdresser
He is amazing with his
scissors and comb
He makes me feel so beautiful
Smiles at me in the mirror
and sing a little bit more
Happiness is now
but what will the future brings
my singing hairdresser friend
to - Diyarli Cuu
Written in Turkey
17.July.2012
A-L Andresen :)
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