Lyrics Сергей Бабкин - Фокус

I climb up the back stairs
And to meet me the coffin is carried with the dead.
I flinched: br-r! I thought it had a dream.
Duck no! And he lies quietly to himself.

Not fussing, not in a hurry, not torn,
And on the face such light sadness.
He fulfilled his duty to the fatherland,
And there let the earth burn, let.
Focus!

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

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

He walked all his life up the thin ladder of success
God performed it every whim,
But split - kh! - walnut shell
And here it is carried on handles from the top down.

And as luck would have it! Both elevators broke down.
Fifteenth floor, flowers, carriage under the balcony.
All came on time, not late, you see!
And their excellency played its role according to all the laws of the genre.
Focus!

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

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

While we live, we eat and breathe,
We do not think about sad things, about death, but why?
We pass by, do not peer into each other's faces,
And who he is, that he, I do not remember. Oh, to hell with it ...

Each of us came to this world pure,
Like a white sheet, like a canvas, and only then.
Who will be red, who is green, who spotty.
We have colorful flags in the 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!