A game of cards on the table, gentlemen, Thatís marked a game of cards! He mixed them up ", - When?" "Baron when you have been drinking water..." The knave has holes, thatís a fact! Baron, your debts are settled! You are a scoundrel, your honour, - I shall be at your command! What? I do not hear anything special from you... Oh no, thats not how it works... ...But in this time Bonaparte has crossed the border. They could not finish the game, - Give the diamonds back! And you, Baron and you, Vicomte, Iíll ask you to be my seconds Answer me, if Iím not right, - But beforehand, everything is a lie! With your weapon, Graf?! You can choose - quickly! Iíll not be getting an infarct, youíll not be brought to the hospital! But in this time Bonaparte has crossed the border "Now itís enough, decide myself! With swords, with pistols... Though it would be more fitfull for you With Ladies" amulets. Dagger... - oh, if you only could... - I have them in the campaigns But you would certainly prefer to play with marked cards! Soon your pleasure for the cards will vanish You have a fight before you ... But in the time Bonaparte Has crossed the border "Donít pick me up, donít care, Iíll get up by myself, Iíll be able to! Iíll challenge him again When I shall become sober. Baron, be quiet, Vicomte donít lament! Nevermind, that there are many people He must tell, the old foggy What he marked the game of cards with If he disclosed the secret - The duel will not take place, - ...But in this time Bonaparte Has crossed the border And if he refuses to speak I swear by my head You can consider your countess By nightfall already a widow And though I canít stand jokers I can get quite agitated And shoot the count right through his buttocks                         It was June or maybe March The migrant birds flew from the south ...But in the time Bonaparte Has crossed the border Ah, count, I apologize I behaved tactlessly I wanted to ask you a long time ago But somehow didnít dare to I wanted to ask in private. Was embarrassed to ask in public And so I had to start This riot and this brawl It was the spring month of March The birds returned from the south ...But in the time Bonaparte Has crossed the border         Oh yes, I drank the entire pint And immediately played the heart Idiot? Really? Whatever, Iím ready... OK so, you will shoot first...
© Mark ?. Translation, 2017