He deals the cards as a meditationAnd those he plays never suspectHe doesn't play for the money he winsHe doesn't play for respectHe deals the crads to find the answerThe sacred geometry of chanceThe hidden loaw of a probable outcomeThe numbers lead a danceI know that the spades are swords of a soldierI know that the clubs are weapons of warI know that diamonds mean money for this artBut that's not the shape of my heartHe may play the jack of diamondsHe may lay the queen of spadesHe may conceal a king in his handWhile the memory of it fadesI know that the spades are swords of a soldierI know that the clubs are weapons of warI know that diamonds mean money for this artBut that's not the shape of my heartAnd if I told you that I loved youYou'd maybe think there's something wrongI'm not a man of too many facesThe mask I wear is oneThose who speak know nothingAnd find out to their costLike those who curse their luck in too many placesAnd those who fear are lostI know that the spades are swords of a soldierI know that the clubs are weapons of warI know that diamonds mean money for this artBut that's not the shape of my heart Он мечет карты как в НирванеИ не поверят игроки,Что на кону не доллар рваныйИ не считает он очки.Колоду сдвинет он с азартом,В уме пытаясь рассчитатьЛишь вероятность выпавшей карты.Задача гениям под стать.Я знаю, что пики от крови черны,А трефы – кресты на могилах солдат.Я знаю, бубны - бриллианты войны.Но сердце червям не отдам.Он может пойти бубновым валетомИ разыграть свою даму пик.В рукав короля он спрячет при этом,Пока забудут о нём на миг.Я знаю, что пики от крови черны,А трефы – кресты на могилах солдат.Я знаю, бубны - бриллианты войны.Но сердце червям не отдам.Сердце червям, червям не отдам.