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Em Hm Am H
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C/E Hm Am H
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C H7 C B7 ? Em
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He deals the cards as a meditation
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

Em Em7 C B7
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

Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who smile 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

Em Em7 C B7 Em
That's not the shape of my heart
Em7 C B7
That's not the shape The shape of my heart

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[Em]Never opened my[D]self this way[C]
[Em]Life is ours, we live it [D]our way[C]
[Em]All these words I don't [D]just say[C]
[G]And [H]nothing else [Em]matters

[Em]Trust I seek and [D]find in you[C]
[Em]Every day for us [D]something new[C]
[Em]Open mind for a [D]different view[C]
[G]And [H]nothing else [Em]matters

{start_of_chorus}
[C] [A] [D] Never cared for what they [C]do
[A] [D] Never cared for what they [C]know
[A] [D] But I [Em]know
{end_of_chorus}

{comment: repeat 1st verse}
{comment: chorus}
{comment: repeat 2nd and 3rd verse}

[C] [A] [D] Never cared for what they [C]say
[A] [D] Never cared for what they [C]play
[A] [D] Never cared for what they [C]do
[A] [D] Never cared for what they [C]know
[A] [D] But I [Em]know

Добавлено (17.07.2007, 01:00)
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Кстати, рибята.. у мну есть все песни 5`Nizza с аккордами.. никому такое счастье нинада???)))

Стрела
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Hdim x3432x

Вступление
Dm C Hdim A# A

Dm
Моя стрела опоздала
C
Подарил тебе дождь
Hdim A#
Прости, мне бы подрасти
Боюсь сойти на ум
Да, я снова на краю
Время отдаю-ю
Не хватает пустоты-ты
Все, что исчезло, вдруг вокруг
Только звук упавших век
Двери стук, снег, разбег
Лед уйдет, я войду из пустоты
Это ты, просто ты, ты была всегда.

Моя волна ожиданием полна
Моя вина, глубина
Мокрая стена передо мною
Ночь, но она не сможет мне помочь
Слова, кругом голова уходит прочь
То, о чем не нужно знать ни тебе ни мне
Вне нас, миллионы глаз, миллионы фраз
Пусть нам осталась грусть, но она одна
Бездна.

Моя стрела...

Добавлено (24.06.2009, 23:26)
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СоЛнУшкО, акорды к песням пятницы