Текст песни Sting - Shape Of My Heart - Форма моего сердца
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And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He doesn'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
I know that the spades are 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 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
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 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.
Перевод:
Он раскладывает карты, словно медитирует.
И те, кто играет с ним, никогда бы не заподозрили,
Что он играет не ради денег, которые он выигрывает
И не ради престижа
Он раскладывает карты, чтобы разгадать
Сакральную геометрию случайности,
Скрытый закон возможного исхода
И числа ведут его в танце
Я знаю, что штыки (пики) – это мечи солдат,
Я знаю, что дубинки (крести) – орудие войны,
Я знаю, что бриллианты (бубны) – это плата за это искусство,
Но все это - не форма моего сердца (черви) .
Он может сыграть бубновым вальтом,
Он может положить даму пик.
Он может спрятать в руке короля,
О котором все давно забыли.
Я знаю, что штыки (пики) – это мечи солдат,
Я знаю, что дубинки (крести) – орудие войны,
Я знаю, что бриллианты (бубны) – это плата за это искусство,
Но все это - не форма моего сердца (черви) .
И если бы я сказал тебе, что люблю тебя,
Ты бы подумала, что здесь что-то не так.
Но я не многолик,
Маска, которую я ношу, только одна.
Чтож, те кто болтают, ничего не знают
Но они расплачиваются за это
Как и те, кто клянет свою судьбу тут и там,
И те, кто боится – все они проиграют
Я знаю, что штыки (пики) – это мечи солдат,
Я знаю, что дубинки (крести) – орудие войны,
Я знаю, что бриллианты (бубны) – это плата за это искусство,
Но все это - не форма моего сердца (черви). He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn’t play for money
He doesn'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
I know that the spades are swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds
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 swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds
But that's not the shape of my heart.
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 have their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost
I know that the spades are swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds
But that's not the shape of my heart.
Transfer:
He lays out the cards, as if meditating.
And those who play with him would never have suspected
That he does not play for the money he wins
And not for prestige
He lays out cards to solve
Sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of possible outcome
And the numbers lead him to dance
I know that bayonets (pikes) are swords of soldiers,
I know that batons (baptize) are a weapon of war,
I know that diamonds (diamonds) are a payment for this art,
But all this is not the form of my heart (worms).
He can play with diamonds,
He can put the lady of spades.
He can hide in the king's hand,
About which all have long been forgotten.
I know that bayonets (pikes) are swords of soldiers,
I know that batons (baptize) are a weapon of war,
I know that diamonds (diamonds) are a payment for this art,
But all this is not the form of my heart (worms).
And if I told you that I love you,
You would think that something is wrong here.
But I am not many-sided,
The mask I wear is only one.
Well, those who chat, they know nothing
But they pay for it.
Like those who curse their fate here and there,
And those who fear - they all lose
I know that bayonets (pikes) are swords of soldiers,
I know that batons (baptize) are a weapon of war,
I know that diamonds (diamonds) are a payment for this art,
But all this is not the form of my heart (worms).
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