Compared to me is any fakir - now simply a dwarf,
I take them for the most petty trendy chaps, -
Give me one ticket to Monte Carlo -
I shall worry their cheats!

I don’t let myself be seduced by their beauty,
And at the roulette - I shall only cast a glance, -
Their croupiers will lick clean my soles,
And I am on the train - and on the way back.

I shall play on red and on black,
And in Monte Carlo I shall climb all over the corners, -
Leave to them in their gaming house
Only the much vaunted green tables.

I shall bring with me a mass of impressions:
I shall drink cocktails, listen to Jazz-bands, -
I shall bring with me a heap of their money -
And the whole currency hand over to a Soviet bank.

I speak about everything without bravado -
I never joke: I have to face the "turret", -
I crawl before our native state,
Certainly I’ll have results!