• А
  • Б
  • В
  • Г
  • Д
  • Е
  • Ж
  • З
  • И
  • К
  • Л
  • М
  • Н
  • О
  • П
  • Р
  • С
  • Т
  • У
  • Ф
  • Х
  • Ц
  • Ч
  • Ш
  • Э
  • Ю
  • Я
  • A
  • B
  • C
  • D
  • E
  • F
  • G
  • H
  • I
  • J
  • K
  • L
  • M
  • N
  • O
  • P
  • Q
  • R
  • S
  • T
  • U
  • V
  • W
  • X
  • Y
  • Z
  • #
  • Текст песни Sting - Shape of my heart - текст

    Просмотров: 41
    0 чел. считают текст песни верным
    0 чел. считают текст песни неверным
    На этой странице находится текст песни Sting - Shape of my heart - текст, а также перевод песни и видео или клип.
    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

    Chorus:
    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

    Chorus:
    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
    Мое сердце : Русский

    © Yonder (lyricz@yandex.ru)

    Сдача карт для него как медитация.
    И те, кто играют с ним, даже не подозревают,
    Что играет он не ради денег,
    Не ради престижа.

    Во время игры он хочет разгадать
    Великую Тайну Случайностей,
    Скрытый закон возможного исхода…
    И цифры пляшут в его руках

    Припев (дословно)
    Я знаю что пики - это
    оружие солдат,
    Я знаю что дубинки (крести) тоже нужны
    для войны,
    Я знаю что бриллианты (бубны) - это плата
    за такое искусство,
    Но моё сердце (черви) не лежит к этому.

    Он может пойти с бубнового валета,
    (В разговорной речи это значит "козырной
    валет" во всех значениях этого выражения)
    А может и с пиковой дамы
    (В разговорной речи имеет значение
    "роковая женщина")
    И в его рукаве может прятаться король,
    О котором все уже давно забыли
    (Вероятно, ссылка на английскую идиому -
    "An ace in one's hand (или sleeve)",
    буквально - "Туз в рукаве", которая
    значит "нечто (аргумент, довод, уловка и
    т.д.), оставленное "про запас")

    Припев (по смыслу)
    Я знаю что пики - это
    оружие солдат,
    Я знаю, что крестами благословляют
    на войну,
    Я знаю, что бубнами приветствуют
    обедителей,
    Но моё, червонного цвета, сердце не лежит
    к этому.
    И если бы я сказал, что люблю тебя,
    Ты, наверно, подумала бы, что я не
    искренен…
    Я отнюдь не лицемер,
    И маска у меня на все случаи одна.

    А те, кто вечно говорят - не знают ничего,
    И понимают горькую правду:
    Они, как и те, кто слишком много клянёт
    свою судьбу,
    И как те, кто испытывает страх, безнадежно
    потеряны.

    Смотрите также:

    Все тексты Sting - Shape of my heart >>>

    He deals the cards as a meditation
    And those he plays never suspect
    He does not play for the money he wins
    He do not 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

    Chorus:
    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

    Chorus:
    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
      My heart: Russian

    © Yonder (lyricz@yandex.ru)

    Filing cards for him as meditation.
    And those who play with him, do not even know
    That he plays not for money,
    Not for the sake of prestige.

    During the game he wants to unravel
    Great Secret by chance,
    The hidden law of possible outcomes ...
    And the numbers are dancing in his hands

    Chorus (literally)
    I know that the spades - it
    weapons of the soldiers,
    I know that the clubs (cross) are also needed
    for war,
    I know that diamonds (diamonds) - a fee
    for such art,
    But my heart (worms) not in it.

    He can go to the Jack of Diamonds,
    (Colloquially it means & quot; trump
    Jack & quot; in all senses of the term)
    And maybe with the Queen of Spades
    (Colloquially matter
    & Quot; femme fatale & quot;)
    And in his sleeve can hide the king,
    About which all have long forgotten
    (Probably a reference to the English idiom -
    & Quot; An ace in one's hand (or sleeve) & quot ;,
    literally - & quot; ace in the hole & quot ;, which
    means & quot; something (argument, argument, and trick
    etc), left & quot; reserve & quot;)

    Chorus (within the meaning of)
    I know that the spades - it
    weapons of the soldiers,
    I know that crosses bless
    to war,
    I know that diamonds welcome
    obediteley,
    But my, of pure color, the heart does not lie
    to this.
    And if I told you I love you,
    I guess you would have thought that I did not
    sincere ...
    I am not a hypocrite,
    And the mask I have one for every occasion.

    And those who always say - do not know anything,
    And realize the bitter truth:
    They, as well as those who are too many curses
    their fate,
    And those who experience fear, hopelessly
    lost.

    Опрос: Верный ли текст песни?
    Да Нет