Текст песни В. Высотский - Снайпер

Come hit on, and sundry.
Your life a penny, and I target.
Who felt, to let the dispute :
I - a hundred meters , and you - in the face.
Not the layout, but I'm not a coward .
So, a dozen - the ace of diamonds !
 After all, you're on a dare shoot at close range ,
But I'm a sniper and you're pianist .
Where do you go? My shot - bang ,
Nine of the heart, a dozen in the forehead !
And a black dot on a white sheet
That is night fell on my life.