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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
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 of my heart

 

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Njemu je deljenje karata kao meditacija
I oni sa kojima se igra nikad ne sumnjaju
On ne igra za novac koji osvaja
On ne igra da osvoji poštovanje
On deli karte da odgovor nađe
Sveta geometrija sreće
Skriveni zakon verovatnoće
Brojevi vode igru

Znam da su pikovi mačevi vojnika
Znam da su trefovi ratna oružja
Znam da karo znači novac za ovu umetnost
Ali to nije oblik mog srca

Može igrati žandar-karo
Može izvući pikovu damu
Može skrivati kralja u rukavu
Dok sećanje na njega bledi

Znam da su pikovi mačevi vojnika
Znam da su trefovi ratna oružja
Znam da karo znači novac za ovu umetnost
Ali to nije oblik mog srca
To nije oblik, oblik mog srca

Kad bih ti rekao da te volim
Možda bi mislila da nešto nije u redu
Ja nisam čovek sa previše lica
Maska koju nosim je jedna
Oni što pričaju ne znaju ništa
I saznaju na svoju štetu
Kao oni što kunu svoju sreću na previše mesta
I oni što strahuju od gubitka

Znam da su pikovi mačevi vojnika
Znam da su trefovi ratna oružja
Znam da karo znači novac za ovu umetnost
Ali to nije oblik mog srca
To nije oblik mog srca

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