Now come one, everybody beat who isnít lazy. Your life is a kopek, but mine a target. You in felt, letís have a controversy: I - after hundred metres, and you - point blank. Thatís not the right arrangement, but I am no coward, Thus the score - is the ace of diamonds! You however at the controversy shot point blank, But I however, am a sniper, and you a ballroom pianist. Where do you want to get to? My shot - bang, At nine into the heart, at ten into the forehead! And a black point on the white sheet This night lies on my life.
© Elisabeth Jelinek. Translation, 2018