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







If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one

Drying in the colour of the evening sun

Tomorrow`s rain will wash the stains away

But something in our minds will always stay



On and on the rain will fall

Like tears from a star
, like tears from a star

On and on the rain will say

How fragile we are, how fragile we are

How fragile we are, how fragile we are