Lyrics С.Бабкин - Фокус

I climb up the back stairs
And to meet me they carry the coffin with the dead.
I flinched: brr! I thought imagined.
No duck! And he lies calmly to himself.

Not fussing, not in a hurry, not rushing around,
And on the face is such a bright sadness.
He fulfilled his duty to the fatherland,
And there let the earth burn, let it.
Focus!

There is a man - there is no man!
Ale-op! Eka!

There is a man, gentlemen, and here again - There is no man!
Ale-op!

He walked all his life up the thin ladder of success
God fulfilled his every whim,
But it split - kh! - walnut shell
And now they carry it on handles from top to bottom.

And as luck would have it! Both elevators broke.
Fifteenth floor, flowers, carriage under the balcony.
They all arrived on time, they weren’t late, you are!
And their excellency played a role according to all the laws of the genre.
Focus!

There is a man - there is no man!
Ale-op! Eka!

There is a man, gentlemen, and here again - There is no man!
Attention, ale-op!

While we live, eat tight and breathe,
We don’t think about sad things, about death, but why?
We pass by, don’t peer into each other’s faces,
And who is he, what is he, I don’t remember. A hell with him ...

Each of us was pure in this world,
Like a white sheet, like a canvas, and only then.
Some will be red, some green, some spotty.
We have multi-colored flags in a magician’s pocket under one umbrella.
What is it? Focus!

There is a man! Hop! No man!
Ale-op! Eka!

There is a man, gentlemen, attention, op! And no man!
Ale-op!