Текст песни IceBerg - Фокусник

I'm not a joker, but with a sense of humor in good
I am a black magician and read the words in the view
Not clown, not a writer and not a predictor
Consider up to three, and after telling the word enough

Focus first, to keep track of your hands
I do not cheat just the cards I said so
Just opened the trumps, peaks, ladies
Chirva throw fuck, this is not the heart of mom

By the way about the maps, already hands in your pockets
Already fell on his knees did not start from the beginning
You surrendered, do not leave the answer
Second focus showing in his bonds

The crosses are open to you.
Your destiny you are forgotten in the dream paradise
You left, and here missing childhood
And now it's not interesting, folding hands sitting in a leather chair

Running further, something without deciding
Slow symphony of the soul
Let them not see, but something souls you
Cancel doubt you do not extinguish

Your output to the scene, but I will send you fuck
Like that bitch recently, I hide a feeling in sleeve
We listen or stupidly breathe
As it can be barely audible, but still we write and write

Focus Third Break Your Hearts
You do not return back, there is no exit from hell
Go fuck I close the curtain
There are a lot of viewers, just do not jump from heaven