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, 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
He deals the cards as a meditation
Он сдаёт карты, словно медитирует,
And those he plays never suspect
А те, с кем он играет, и не подозревают,
He doesn't play for the money he wins
Что он играет не для выигрыша
He don't play for respect
И не из-за самолюбия.
He deals the cards to find the answer
Он играет, чтобы разгадать
The sacred geometry of chance
Священную геометрию случайности,
The hidden law of a probable outcome
Скрытый закон вероятности исхода,
The numbers lead a dance
Но это – задача не из лёгких
