I The Mighty - Hearts And Spades [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

With a knock, knock and my eyes come open
I light a match and orange fills the room
The candle-light dancing off the walls
And the movement's enough to wake her up

The men are outside with their torches
I hear the hooves of the horses I must lead
Would you fill up this flask with your moonshine
I'll need it to keep myself warm through this snowy storm

And hide your tears till my sights are out the door
It's hard enough to leave for a war I don't believe
Would you fill up this gun melted soldiers
It's the hand-made bullets that saved for the ring you wear

And I'll be wearing mine through the war cries
I won't let them tear it from my hands
The waiting is over, the waiting is over
And I tell her as I go that

"I'm coming back."
But I may not be coming back
Promise me you won't forget this
But promise me you shall not dwell

I'm coming back
But I may not be coming back
Take the letters off the dresser
And fill the void with hearts and spades

Oh, the outside air is cold
You can see your breath for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles

Oh, heading north to war
Dreams take me back to the home I grew up in
Take me back to that little house on the hill
It was there we felt alive we didn't care about the territory or the long story

Take me back, take me back to the day we met
Playing cards with the girl right down the road
Joking that the jack saw too much
You be hearts and I'll be spades

"I'm coming back."
But I may not be coming back
Promise me you won't forget this
But promise me you shall not dwell

I'm coming back
But I may not be coming back
Take the letters off the dresser
And fill the void with hearts and spades

Dear love
I write you with a heavy heart
And with this pen I lie to you
These letters are a lie

Past the snow, past the fields, past the hills
We finally see the enemy we so greatly feared
And in the image of 900 men lining the horizon
This is where my letters end

Ride with me, ride with me!
Don't mistake their war cries for lullabies
Ride with me, die with me!
Their fortune means our fate

Hold the line, hold the line!
This will be the ground with which their bodies lie
Hold the line, force the fight!
We'll never be the same

Life runs it's cycle
Life runs it's cycle, and we're all apart of it
Hey!