Luyện nghe bài hát Nina

Dnes v noci jsem ze span tvoje jmno,
j vm, e rd, ale nejde zapomenout,
jak p?i slov?
v?ka,
prosm, vysly zpov??,
u star na psan?ka.

Jsem z vodnch par, iva jenom z tvho dechu,
j vm, e rd a e je ti to k vzteku,
ti vechno ?ct
a pak se schovat,
pochop,
jak je t?k nemilovat.

Zase zrychlil se mi
jak b?c?m,
co je to za
bez lsky, bez milenc?.

Nem slov, vechna pat? jinm,
prosm, prom?? je s nimi ve sny, v gesta i v
a j tu z?stanu, mal?sk pltno,
se vrt a j zas nechm se napnout,
prosm, maluj m?, tvo? k svmu,
m? sho?et, u nikdy o ns nemluv.

Jsi m zko, jsi z ?eznch ran,
nechci, jsi ve mn? uschovn,
jsi zvuk, kdy mi na rety slzy mz.
Jsi m zko, jsi z ?eznch ran,
jsi ten, kdo nepozvn,
jsi zvuk, kdy mi na rety slzy mz.

A se vzduchem,
rozplakat nebe,
budu vm tm, co lidi k svede,
budu fltnou
a v tv dui,
pak tie vzltnou,
by tuit,

e se nebe
a sv?tem,
tv ?ern
poprv k ob?tem

boj?
tv vlky,
nepokoj?,
cos' z dlky.

Jsi m zko, jsi z ?eznch ran,
nechci, jsi ve mn? uschovn,
jsi zvuk, kdy mi na rety slzy mz.
Jsi m zko, jsi krev z ran,
jsi ten, kdo nepozvn,
jsi zvuk, kdy padnou mi na rety mz.

Jsi m zko, jsi z ?eznch ran,
nechci, jsi ve mn? uschovn,
jsi zvuk, kdy padnou mi na rety mz.
Jsi m zko, jsi krev z ran,
jsi ten, kdo nepozvn,
jsi zvuk, kdy mi na rety slzy mz.

Tonight, I cried out your name in my
I know, it does not make you happy, but it is impossible to
of how you your eyes with every word you say
Please, out my confession
We are way too grown-up to write letters
I am a creature made out of a mist, living only from the power of breath
I know it makes you unhappy, maybe you angry
but
I to tell you everything
and then.. to out somewhere
Maybe you understand how difficult it is, not to love
My breath has again
like a of a marathon runner

What of love story is this?
Without love, without
You remain wordless, clearly your words to the others
Please, turn all your into gestures and acts
I am here, as a lost painters canvas
Maybe return and I will let you to stretch me out as this canvas
Please, paint me, me in your own image
Let me aflame, talk about us again
You are my fear, you are my blood running cut wounds
You are the one who comes in,
You are the sound of all the minarets down
a muses tears dropping onto my
You are my fear, you are my running from cut wounds
my wishes, you live deep inside of me
You are the of all the minarets falling down
a muses dropping onto my lips

and

When I in with the air, and force heaven to cry
I will be everything that would lead others to
Will be Pipers flute
And an echo of your
And then, birds will silently off
Not to the others suspect
the sky is gonna lean over
And tremble with world,
with your guilty conscience
which would then to the victims
of its unequal
of self-centered war
commotions
that you accustomed yourself to from the distance

You are my fear, you are my running from cut wounds
You are the one who in, uninvited
You are the of all the minarets falling down
a muses dropping onto my lips
You are my fear, you are my blood from cut wounds
Despite my wishes, you live inside of me
You are the sound of all the minarets falling
a tears dropping onto my lips

You are my fear, you are my blood from cut wounds
You are the one who comes in,
You are the sound of all the minarets falling
a muses tears dropping onto my
You are my fear, you are my blood running from cut
Despite my wishes, you deep inside of me
You are the of all the minarets falling down
a muses tears onto my lips