Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Песня про снайпера

Well, drink, whom is not too lazy,
You have a kopeck life, and I'm a target.
Which in theaters, come on the dispute
I am a hundred meters, and you focus.
Not that layout, but I'm not a coward
So, a dozen, a tambourine ace,
After all, you shot focus on the dispute,
But I'm a sniper, and you sapper.
Walking to you to go, my shots are clad,
Nine in the heart, a dozen in the forehead.
And black point on white sheet
She lay down on my life.