Текст песни TEOPATIYA - Девять десятых

Empty:

When something in the way, and I'll be there again
According to the head proidus you seem to be so familiar
I'm watching you from the clouds, but the prodigal son in a coma
You're in an apartment if in cardboard
And for the crown even disperse particles, protons

There have porohody the old tired Peron
Floating clouds green menyaetsya at the traffic lights
Someone climbs on the window sill
And plowing window and loud old receiver

No one will not meet you at the foot
Concrete floor nobody wanted Hal cold you like bad
This is your idea of ​​your generated will no longer have the continuation of
Will remain only in the notebooks movements in tabs Plants

Under a cold bed and the wall paintings in pastel
I'm in a notebook smear poems and want to go to the north
Let endorphin veins
Forget about everything and catching moments of the whole body

Chorus:

I am nine-tenths of the air
Ninety percent of the fluid
See life as if the canvas in weightlessness
Fate is like a hand paint brush

I am nine-tenths of the air
Ninety percent of the fluid
See life as if the canvas in weightlessness
Fate is like a hand paint brush

Rassudok:

When something exhale lost his head
Head shot this clip
Withstand then build
Our high-rise where to pass the result of a

While we were at the microphone
We send greetings areas
You do not treat me, I was very sick
Bohlen seriously ill Hip Hop'om

We read about lived through
Depress the pedal to the metal
Be careful when entering
Wipe feet you know what I mean

We are young you remember us as
In the photo we hammer on the membrane Dalby
Music is even stronger drugs
Music with us to the grave remember

This is one of the components of our air
God's gift is the most pure thrill
Reception reception bottom pass us by wire is a new charge of our sound'om
Czekaj brother today Light zabatsali

New Tomorrow a new day if Battle
Opponent fate as if I'm fighting an opponent fighter but I see myself
From account lost a round there, I do not know
It does not matter because I'm going to go through What's up kid?

Chorus:

I am nine-tenths of the air
Ninety percent of the fluid
See life as if the canvas in weightlessness
Fate is like a hand paint brush

I am nine-tenths of the air
Ninety percent of the fluid
See life as if the canvas in weightlessness
Fate is like a hand paint brush