Go ahead, drink! Luck’s on your side. Your life’s a cent, but Mine’s a bull’s eye. You, with the felt there! Let’s bet shall we? Me from 90 yards And you right here. My cards are bad, My fate I’ll face; I’ve got a ten and An ace of spades. Because on that bet you Shot at point-blanc; But I’m a sharpshooter and You’re 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, ?