Текст песни Марта Орлова - Кислород

Oxygen is not enough at all
I exhale in the smoke .... I exhale in vacuum
If passion is born success
Believes my oracul, my oracul broadcasts

You can not settle and hide!
In the moving, our life
Freedom of birds
Dreams may come true!
Consciousness expand
Here, and there is no border.

Chorus:
On the verge of breaking
On the edge of the cliff of the universe
I will wait when the city burns as paper.

Inside the eternal struggle
Then on the threshold of evil, then on the way of good
Soul loss full
Sansara is such, Sansara is

Spiral.
Events Reniece pulls like a magnet absolutely merge.
A tear to fill the channel stycase,
There, dead water blurces faces.
Words and Music of March Orlova 2018