The game begins

My heart does not understand this thing called game, he goes missing the shadows, wanting shadows, shadows bet.

And where is the love? Is that shadow, dressed in satin, silk-trimmed soot words ... It is the shadow that wants to play, he wants to win, you want to bet.

And where is the pain? That shadow is hidden in the corner, ready to spring, ready to scream, ready to win.

And what does the heart? And a hundred or a thousand, today I'm going to win.

The game begins.