Lyrics Михей и Bad Balance - Тик Т.М. Так

Teak your mother like that, so, so
Tick ​​your mother like that, tick-like.
Teak your mother like that, so, so
Teak your mother, so your mother ...
Teak your mother!

Time flies, flies, passes, mad drives
All remain with their own, the hours go by
We do not want to freeze like granite
We do not want to believe in something that's just not there
It's empty, it's stuffy
Many people do not have enough growth in their heads
Hatred is false, the enemy looks threateningly
Watch out for our rhyme, it's not difficult
Consider, as you see fit, think how it is
We only ... take the idea to read the text for you
Time is the measure of your whole affair
The idea is that you know about this
This is often said - "Time is money"
Not money, but time, only time rules us
Minutes run your mother like this
As the seconds fly - ticks, ticks, so

Teak your mother like that, so, so
Tick ​​your mother like that, tick-like.
Teak your mother like that, so, so
Teak your mother, so your mother ...
Teak your mother!

Time rewards the one who wins
Surrendered, betrayed or sold, time throws
Running away from the fight, he again throws in the fight
Confident of the victory to the end, hope gives
Mom-a-night, heals sleep
Father - day, raises to battle
Our day, day, day, we run after the clock
Giving all the forces, we press ourselves to my mother
One question torments me: "Why was I born?"
Cold groan, tone, who am I surrounded with?
And behind the back of the bolt, knocks and only the dark corridor
My voice says - "I hear hearts bit!"
Length and width of life - the total dose
The beginning and end in time is always accurate
Time does not hug, do not overtake the shadow
Outgoing minutes not to buy, not sell

Teak your mother like that, so, so
Tick ​​your mother like that, tick-like.
Teak your mother like that, so, so
Teak your mother, so your mother ...
Teak your mother!

Tick, well, time is running out.
Tick ​​so your mother is running, passes
Tick ​​like your mother, time rushes like this
It's our time, it's time to rap attacks
Foam on beer settles
Water grinds the stone against a stone, turns it into sand
Forgive us not a minute's time, Earth rotating
Suffers only one who loves his work
Bearing an idea, it makes its way through time
Funk, rhythm, melody, bass
Seconds are a rhythm, and in this rhythm, "Balance"
Bad Balance reminds, look at the clock
Destroy ashes - vanity, angst, clear your brains
Evil syllables open the lines
Little by little the timing is chosen
We change the vices to strict vows
Prophets give us lessons
But everything passes, there is only a matter and we
Time is short, little, little, we are rushed to clock

Teak your mother like that, so, so
Tick ​​your mother like that, tick-like.
Teak your mother like that, so, so
Teak your mother, so your mother ...
Teak your mother!

Time flies, flies, passes
We stay with our own, the hours go by
Spins, turns my life around
Each of us has a headache
And only those words that I will leave after myself
And only that moment, about which my melody

Teak your mother like that, so, so
Tick ​​your mother like that, tick-like.
Teak your mother like that, so, so
Teak your mother, so your mother ...
Teak your mother!