Sting - Пламя огня камине, игра вина в хрустальном бокале и воспоминание! И не важно что за окном зима, и года стирают память!!! | Текст песни

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• Пламя огня камине, игра вина в хрустальном бокале и воспоминание! И не важно что за окном зима, и года стирают память!!!

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


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