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
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
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
Oblik mog Srca
On deli karte kao da meditira
I oni koje pobedjuje nikad ne sumnjaju
On ne igra za novac koji dobija
Ne igra za postovanje
On deli karte da bi nasao odgovor
Sveti sklad srece
Skriven zakon verovatnog ishoda
Brojevi vode ples
Znam da je Pik mac vojnika
Znam da je Tref oruzje rata
Znam da Karo znaci novac u ovoj umetnosti
Ali to nije oblik mog Srca
On moze odigrati Zandara Karo
Moze odigrati Pikovu Damu
Moze sakriti Popa u rukavu
Dok secanje na njega bledi
Znam da je Pik mac vojnika
Znam da je Tref oruzje rata
Znam da Karo znaci novac u ovoj umetnosti
Ali to nije oblik mog Srca
To nije oblik, oblik mog Srca
I da ti kazem da te volim
Mozda ces pomisliti da nesto nije uredu
Ja nisam covek sa previse lica
Samo jednu masku nosim
Oni koji pricaju ne znaju nista
I saznaju na svoju stetu
Kao oni koji kunu svoju srecu previse
I oni koji se plase gubitka
Znam da je Pik mac vojnika
Znam da je Tref oruzje rata
Znam da Karo znaci novac u ovoj umetnosti
Ali to nije oblik mog Srca
To nije oblik, oblik mog Srca
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