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 doesn't play for the respect.
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of 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,
But 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
That's not the shape, 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
Those who speak know nothing
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

Forma inimii mele

El mparte crile ca o contemplare
i cei cu care joac niciodat nu bnuiesc
C el nu joac pentru a ctiga bani,
Nu joac pentru a-i ctiga respectful.
El mparte crile pentru a afla rspunsul,
Geometria sacr a norocului,
Legea ascuns a rezultatului posibil,
Numerele conduc un dans.
Eu tiu c picile sunt sbiile unui soldat,
tiu c treflele sunt arme de rzboi,
tiu c n arta asta carourile nseamn bani,
Dar nu asta e forma inimii mele.
Poate s joace cu valetul de caro,
Poate s pun jos dama de pic,
Poate s ascund un rege n mn,
Dar amintirea acestora se stinge.
Eu tiu c picile sunt sbiile unui soldat,
tiu c treflele sunt arme de rzboi,
tiu c n arta asta carourile nseamn bani,
Dar nu asta e forma inimii mele,
Nu asta e forma, forma inimii mele.
i dac i-a zice c te iubesc
Ai putea crede c ceva nu-i n regul,
Nu sunt un om cu prea multe fee,
Masca ce-o port e una.
Cei ce vorbesc nu tiu nimic
i afl pe pielea lor
Asemenea celor care-i blestem zilele de prea multe ori
i asemenea celor care se tem i sunt pierdui.
Eu tiu c picile sunt sbiile unui soldat,
tiu c treflele sunt arme de rzboi,
tiu c n arta asta carourile nseamn bani,
Dar nu asta e forma inimii mele,
Nu asta e forma, forma inimii mele.

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