Luyện nghe bài hát Nina

Dnes v jsem ze span k?i?ela tvoje jmno,
j vm, e rd, ale nejde zapomenout,
jak p?i slov?
v?ka,
prosm, moji zpov??,
u jsme 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, je s nimi ve sny, v gesta i v ?iny
a j tu z?stanu, ztracen pltno,
t?eba se vrt a j zas se napnout,
prosm, maluj m?, k obrazu svmu,
nech m? sho?et, u o ns nemluv.

Jsi m zko, jsi z ?eznch ran,
nechci, jsi ve mn? uschovn,
jsi zvuk, kdy padnou mi na rety mz.
Jsi m zko, jsi z ?eznch ran,
jsi ten, kdo nepozvn,
jsi zvuk, kdy padnou mi na rety 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 naklon
a sv?tem,
tv ?ern
poprv k ob?tem

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

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

Jsi m zko, jsi krev z 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 slzy mz.

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

What of love story is this?
Without love, without
You remain wordless, clearly your belong to the others
Please, turn all dreams into gestures and acts
I am staying here, as a lost 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 in, uninvited
You are the sound of all the minarets falling
a muses dropping onto my lips
You are my fear, you are my running from cut wounds
Despite my wishes, you deep inside of me
You are the of all the minarets falling down
a muses tears dropping my lips

and

When I blend in with the air, and 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 lift off
Not to the others suspect
That the sky is gonna lean
And tremble with world,
tremble with your guilty
which would then talk to the
of its unequal
of your war
Heart
you accustomed yourself to observe from the distance

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 falling
a muses tears dropping onto my
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 falling down
a muses tears dropping my lips

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