Generation Goldman — Un, deux, trois | караоке с текстом песни

Un, deux, trois. Tu connais l'endroit. Sept, huit, neuf. Tu fais comme en ton neuf. Dix, onze, douze. Un bon coup de blues. Six, five, four. Clean the dirty floor. Quatorze, quinze, seize. Mes trois laize. Huit, neuf, dix. Wie niet weg is, is gezien. Dix, onze, douze. Un bon coup de blues. Six, five, four. Clean the dirty floor. They say a burned child dreads fire. They say that love can last forever. They say there is no smoke without a fire. They say that the absence sharpens desire. Un, deux, trois. Tu connais l'endroit. Sept, huit, neuf. Tu fais comme en ton neuf. Dix, onze, douze. Un bon coup de blues. Six, five, four. Clean the dirty floor. Quatorze, quinze, seize. Mes trois laize. Huit, neuf, dix. Wie niet weg is, is gezien. Dix, onze, douze. Un bon coup de blues. Six, five, four. Clean the dirty floor. They say a burned child dreads fire. They say that love can last forever. They say there is no smoke without a fire. They say that the absence sharpens desire. They say a burned child dreads fire. They say that love can last forever. They say there is no smoke without a fire. They say that the absence sharpens desire. One hand, two feet, three nose for a rose. One eye, two ears, three songs for my dear. One hand, two feet, three nose for a rose. One eye, two ears, three songs for my dear. One hand, two feet, three nose for a rose. One eye, two ears, three songs for my dear.