Oh, these provocateur types!
Cardsharps, sly ones,
Cheats-manipulators,
Front-runners.

They race swiftly after cups,
They receive a prize,
They take a bite of the gold medal.
They’ll cook up the borscht —
So it doesn’t sour,
They’ll eat it themselves
And leave the hungry the rest.

Pioneer trailblazers —
Not always egoists,
They don’t take only for themselves,
And among them there are fine fellows —
They’ll lay the path,
And even help us squeeze through.