Now come one, everybody
beat who isn’t lazy.
Your life is a kopek,
but mine a target.

You in felt, let’s have
a controversy:
I - after hundred metres,
and you - point blank.

That’s 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.