Go ahead, drink! Luckís on your side. Your lifeís a cent, but Mineís a bullís eye. You, with the felt there! Letís bet shall we? Me from 90 yards And you right here. My cards are bad, My fate Iíll face; Iíve got a ten and An ace of spades. Because on that bet you Shot at point-blanc; But Iím a sharpshooter and Youíre a gambler, right? Now where could you go? My shot hit hard: And 10 in the head, 9 in the heart. Just as a black dot On a white leaf. ...That night became A part of me...
© Liza Simonova. Translation, ?