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
Chorus:
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
Chorus:
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
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
Мое сердце : Русский
© Yonder (lyricz@yandex.ru)
Сдача карт для него как медитация.
И те, кто играют с ним, даже не подозревают,
Что играет он не ради денег,
Не ради престижа.
Во время игры он хочет разгадать
Великую Тайну Случайностей,
Скрытый закон возможного исхода…
И цифры пляшут в его руках
Припев (дословно)
Я знаю что пики - это
оружие солдат,
Я знаю что дубинки (крести) тоже нужны
для войны,
Я знаю что бриллианты (бубны) - это плата
за такое искусство,
Но моё сердце (черви) не лежит к этому.
Он может пойти с бубнового валета,
(В разговорной речи это значит "козырной
валет" во всех значениях этого выражения)
А может и с пиковой дамы
(В разговорной речи имеет значение
"роковая женщина")
И в его рукаве может прятаться король,
О котором все уже давно забыли
(Вероятно, ссылка на английскую идиому -
"An ace in one's hand (или sleeve)",
буквально - "Туз в рукаве", которая
значит "нечто (аргумент, довод, уловка и
т.д.), оставленное "про запас")
Припев (по смыслу)
Я знаю что пики - это
оружие солдат,
Я знаю, что крестами благословляют
на войну,
Я знаю, что бубнами приветствуют
обедителей,
Но моё, червонного цвета, сердце не лежит
к этому.
И если бы я сказал, что люблю тебя,
Ты, наверно, подумала бы, что я не
искренен…
Я отнюдь не лицемер,
И маска у меня на все случаи одна.
А те, кто вечно говорят - не знают ничего,
И понимают горькую правду:
Они, как и те, кто слишком много клянёт
свою судьбу,
И как те, кто испытывает страх, безнадежно
потеряны. He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He does not play for the money he wins
He do not 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
Chorus:
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
Chorus:
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
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
My heart is in Russian
© Yonder (lyricz@yandex.ru)
Filing cards for him as meditation.
And those who play with him, do not even know,
What he plays not for money,
Not for the sake of prestige.
During the game he wants to unravel
Great Secret chance,
The hidden law of the possible outcome ...
And the numbers dance in his hands
Chorus (literally)
I know that the peaks - this
Weapon soldiers
I know that the clubs (cross) are also needed
for the war,
I know that diamonds (diamonds) - a fee
for this art,
But my heart (worms) does not belong to it.
He can go to the Jack of Diamonds,
(Colloquially it means & quot; trump
Diamonds & quot; in every sense of the expression)
Or with Spades
(The conversation is set
& Quot; a femme fatale & quot;)
And in his arm could be hidden king,
About which all have long forgotten
(Probably a reference to the English idiom -
& Quot; An ace in one's hand (or sleeve) & quot ;,
literally - & quot; ace in the hole & quot ;, which
means & quot; something (argument, argument and trick
etc), left & quot; reserve & quot;)
Chorus (in the sense)
I know that the peaks - this
Weapon soldiers
I know that crosses bless
to the war,
I know that tambourines greet
obediteley,
But my, of pure color, the heart does not lie
to this.
And if I told you I love you,
You probably would think that I do not
sincere ...
I am not a hypocrite,
And I have a mask for all occasions alone.
And those who always say - do not know anything,
And realize the bitter truth:
They, and those who are too many curses
their fate,
And those who experience fear, hopeless
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