Песня Про Снайпера, Который Через 15 Лет После Войны Спился И Сидит В Ресторане

А ну-ка бей-ка, кому не лень.
Вам жизнь копейка, а мне мишень.
Который в фетрах, давай на спор:
Я - на сто метров, а ты - в упор.

Не та раскладка, но я не трус.
Итак, десятка - бубновый туз!
Ведь ты же на спор стрелял в упор,
Но я ведь снайпер, а ты тапер.

Куду вам деться? Мой выстрел - хлоп,
Девятка в сердце, десятка в лоб!
И черной точкой на белый лист
Легла та ночка на мою жизнь.

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