Текст песни
Fashion shifts with each dawn’s decree
Yet while the world still breathes, you’ll see
A seer with a timeworn deck in hand
Still finds a soul who’ll heed her command
In hopes of wonders, beyond reason’s door
They seek her out, then knock once more
With practiced grace, her cards unfold—
The noble kings of tales untold
What can I say? Such is our mortal frame
To crave the future, yet fear the same
We long to glimpse what lies ahead
Though logic whispers, “Trust thought instead”
She’ll spin you joy, or fate’s cruel jest
A prison cell, a heart unblessed
A love that grips like chains of stone
Or roads that lead to realms unknown
Her ancient cards, like wings, take flight
On tattered cloth, bathed in dim light
And even she, with mind so keen
May fall prey to the kings’ veneer
What can I say? Such is our mortal frame
To crave the future, yet fear the same
We long to glimpse what lies ahead
Though logic whispers, “Trust thought instead”
Time crumbles castles, buries lands in sand
Yet in her grasp, the cards withstand
Each heart that heeds her whispered lore
Finds solace in truths or lies they can’t ignore
