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[Классик]

He lays out the cards, as if meditating.
And those who play with him, I would not have suspected
That he does not play for the money he wins
And not for prestige
He lays out the cards to solve
Sacred geometry of chance,
Hidden Law of the possible outcome
And his numbers are in the dance

I know that bayonets (spades) - is swords soldiers
I know that the clubs (Cross) - a tool War
I know that diamonds (diamonds) - is the fee for an art
But all this - not the form of my heart (worms).

He can play a diamond jacks,
It can put the queen of spades.
He can hide in the hand of the king,
About which had long been forgotten.

I know that bayonets (spades) - is swords soldiers
I know that the clubs (Cross) - a weapon of war,
I know that diamonds (diamonds) - is the fee for an art
But all of this - not the form of my heart (worms).

And if I told you that I love you,
You would have thought that something was wrong.
But I do not many faces
The mask I wear is only one.

Well, those who talk, do not know
But they pay for it
Like those who curse their fate here and there,
And those who are afraid - they all lose

I know that bayonets (spades) - is swords soldiers
I know that clubs (Cross) - a weapon of war,
I know that diamonds (diamonds) - is the fee for an art
But all this - not the form of my heart (worms)