Shape Of My Heart

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He don't play for respect

He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of a probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart

He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart

And if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one

Well, those who speak know nothin'
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape, the shape of my heart
That's not the shape, the shape of my heart

Очертания моего сердца

Он сдаёт карты, как в медитации.
И те, с кем он играет, и не подозревают,
Что он играет не для выигрыша
И не из-за самолюбия.
Он играет, чтобы разгадать
Священную геометрию случайности,
Скрытый закон вероятности исхода,
Но это – задача не из лёгких.

Я знаю, что пики – это мечи солдат,
Я знаю, что трефы – орудия войны,
Я знаю, что бубны – это деньги на военные нужды,
Но это не очертания моего сердца.

Он может пойти бубновым валетом
Или дамой пик.
Он может спрятать в руке короля,
Пока все о нём забыли.

Я знаю, что пики – это мечи солдат,
Я знаю, что трефы – орудия войны,
Я знаю, что бубны – это деньги на военные нужды,
Но это не очертания моего сердца.

Если бы я сказал тебе, что люблю тебя,
Ты бы подумала, что что-то не так.
Я не многолик,
Я прячусь только под одной маской.

А тот, кто много говорит, на самом деле, ничего не знает
И всё узнаёт по горькому опыту,
Как те, кто слишком часто проклинает судьбу,
И кто боится, что все шансы упущены.

Я знаю, что пики – это мечи солдат,
Я знаю, что трефы – орудия войны,
Я знаю, что бубны – это деньги на военные нужды,
Но это не очертания моего сердца.
Это не очертания, не очертания моего сердца,
Это не очертания, не очертания моего сердца

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Что жизнь игра - игра без правил…
Игрок азартный не поймёт,
За веком век к деньгам и славе
Привычно тянется народ.
Но в геометрии удачи
Углов и линий точных нет,
Итог игры не однозначен,
И полных не было побед…
[Припев:]
Стали святыми убийцы и воры,
В лампе истории сажа бела,
Звёзды блестят из небесных просторов,
Словно осколки стекла...
Шаг из великого в смешное,
То по любви, то просто так…
И ложь становится святою,
И у шута берёт колпак....
[Припев:]
Стали святыми убийцы и воры,
В лампе истории сажа бела,
Звёзды блестят из небесных просторов,
Словно осколки стекла,
Просто стекло… осколки стекла…
Любовь чудесным звуком манит,
Волшебной дудкой в даль ведёт,
Она, как истина в стакане
И словно в океане брод...
Никто не знает истин вечных,
Но в каждом городе пророк
Гордится правдой безупречной,
Которой мир найти не смог...

Shape Of My Heart

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He don't play for respect

He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of a probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart

He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart

And if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one

Well, those who speak know nothin'
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape the shape of my heart
That's not the shape the shape of my heart

Shape of my heart

He deals the cards, as in meditation.
And those he plays never suspect
He plays to win
And not because of vanity.
He plays to unravel
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of probable outcome
But this is no easy task.

I know that the spades is the swords of soldiers,
I know that the clubs – a weapon of war,
I know that diamonds mean money for military needs,
But that's not the shape of my heart.

He can go knave of diamonds
Or the Queen of spades.
He can hide in the hand of the king,
Until everyone forgot about it.

I know that the spades is the swords of soldiers,
I know that the clubs – a weapon of war,
I know that diamonds mean money for military needs,
But that's not the shape of my heart.

If I told you that I loved you,
You would think that something is wrong.
I'm not diverse,
I've been hiding under only one mask.

And whoever says a lot, in fact, knows nothing
And all know from bitter experience,
As those who have too often cursed fate,
And who is afraid that all the chances missed.

I know that the spades is the swords of soldiers,
I know that the clubs – a weapon of war,
I know that diamonds mean money for military needs,
But that's not the shape of my heart.
It's not the shape, not the shape of my heart,
It's not the shape, not the shape of my heart

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The life game - the game without rules...
The gambling player will not understand
Age age of money and fame
Accustomed to reaching people.
But in geometry good luck
Angles and lines are not accurate,
The result of the game is not unambiguous,
And full didn't win...
[Chorus:]
Steel saints, murderers and thieves,
In the lamp of history Monday,
The stars glisten from the celestial expanse,
Like shards of glass...
The step from great to ridiculous
We love, we just...
And the lie becomes Holy,
And the jester takes the hood....
[Chorus:]
Steel saints, murderers and thieves,
In the lamp of history Monday,
The stars glisten from the celestial expanse,
Like shards of glass,
Just the glass... the broken glass...
Love the wonderful sound beckons,
Magic tune in the distance leads
It is, as truth in a glass
And like the ocean broad...
No one knows the eternal truths,
But in every city of the prophet
Proud of the truth is flawless,
Which the world could not find...