歌词
作词 : Alain Frey/David Granite/Céline Frey
作曲 : Alain Frey/Céline Frey
Ten
Nine
Eight
Seven
Six
Five
Four
Three
Two
One
Zero
I give you until ten to live or die
You give me until ten so it’s up to me
To survive or to disappear here but
You think that too
I know you’re in my back
We’re both sweating
I hear your heart beating
You feel me breathing
I smell the cold steel in your hand
You see my fears’ white reflection in mine
The beat of the black heart
The beat of the black heart
Give rhythm to rage, ire, and revenge
The beat of the black heart…
Well as decided, 10 steps
Heavy breathing, sweaty palms
Chose my weapon heel to heel standing on the same line
My enemy is my pride
My honor is a lie
only nine steps left and nowhere for me to hide
So I’ll shoot you when the countdown is done
point my weapon at you when I know we’re both wrong
It’s ironic, I don’t remember what’s going on
but I will pull it
Trigger of my gun be my savior
Shoot you with a reasonable doubt
Still ‘I’ll shoot you just to settle our fight
It’s too late to clear a way the hate, open a debate
cards on the table set the record straight step nine and I…
Tell me where it leads us, what it means, and reasons what I’m here for
The beat of the black heart
The beat of the black heart
Give rhythm to rage, ire, and revenge
The beat of the black heart…
The beat of the black heart
The beat of the black heart
Give rhythm to weak honor paces
The beat of the black heart…
I turned my cards
Showed my game
But you left me hanging
Put all my faith in this duel
god don’t leave me hanging
With only a black heart left
to the one man standing
I’m a do my last ten steps
turn around hear me banging now
Already at the seventh step
Oh I can’t accept
That the future is far behind
Yes I know the dawn is not enough to warm
Our regrets and our lack of humbleness
Only a few meters, dry, pale, dirty, pathetic where butterflies
And birds are singing our stupid dead march, our ghastly countdown
I turned my cards
Showed my game
But you left me hanging
Put all my faith in this duel
god don’t leave me hanging
With only a black heart left
to the one man standing
I’m a do my last ten steps
turn around hear me banging now
The beat of the black heart
The beat of the black heart
Give rhythm to rage, ire, and revenge
The beat of the black heart…
oh...
ah......
Give rhythm to rage, ire, and revenge
The beat of the black heart…
The beat of the black heart
The beat of the black heart
Give rhythm to rage, ire, and revenge
The beat of the black heart…
The beat of the black heart
The beat of the black heart
Give rhythm to weak honor paces
The beat of the black heart…