Sting - It's Probably Me/Sister Moon, Shape Of My Heard | Текст песни

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"It's probably me/Sister moon"

If the night turned cold
And the stars looked down
And you hug yourself
On the cold, cold ground
You wake the morning
In a stranger's coat
No one would you see

You ask yourself, 'Who'd watch for me?'
My only friend, who could it be?
It's hard to say it
I hate to say it
But it's probably me
But it's probably me

When your belly's empty
And the hunger's so real
And you're too proud to beg
And too dumb to steal
You search the city
For your only friend
No one would you see

You ask yourself, 'Who'd watch for me?'
A solitary voice to speak out and set me free
It's hard to say it
I hate to say it
But it's probably me
But it's probably me

You're not the easiest person
I ever got to know
And it's hard for us both to let our feelings show
Some would say
I should let you go your way
You'll only make me cry

But if there's one guy, just one guy
Who'd lay down his life for you and die
It's hard to say it
I hate to say it
But it's probably me
But it's probably me

When the world's gone crazy, and it makes no sense
And there's only one voice that comes to your defence
And the jury's out
And your eyes search the room
One friendly face is all you need to see

And if there's one guy, just one guy
Who'd lay down his life for you and die
It's hard to say it
I hate to say it
But it's probably me

It's hard to say it
I hate to say
But it's probably me yeah-yeah

It's hard to say it
I hate to say
But it's probably me yeah-yeah

It's hard to say it
I hate to say
But it's probably me
But it's probably me

Sister moon will be my guide
In your blue, blue shadows
I would hide
All good people asleep tonight
I'm all by myself in your silver light

Sister moon
Sister moon
Sister moon
Sister moon

"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 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

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

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

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
That's not the shape, the shape of my heart

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