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…

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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…