Luyện nghe bài hát Nina

Dnes v jsem ze span k?i?ela tvoje jmno,
j vm, e nejsi rd, ale zapomenout,
jak p?i kadm
v?ka,
prosm, moji zpov??,
u jsme na psan?ka.

Jsem bytost z vodnch par, iva 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 se mi dech
jak b?c?m,
co je to za
bez lsky, bez milenc?.

Nem slov, patrn? pat? jinm,
prosm, je s nimi ve sny, v gesta i v ?iny
a j tu z?stanu, mal?sk pltno,
se vrt a j zas nechm 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 krev z ran,
jsi ten, kdo nepozvn,
jsi zvuk, kdy mi na rety slzy mz.

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

e se naklon
a sv?tem,
tv sv?dom
poprv promluv k

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 z ?eznch ran,
jsi ten, kdo nepozvn,
jsi zvuk, kdy mi na rety slzy mz.

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 mi na rety slzy mz.

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

What of love story is this?
Without love, lovers
You remain wordless, clearly words belong to the others
Please, turn all your dreams into gestures and
I am staying here, as a lost canvas
Maybe youll return and I let you to stretch me out as this canvas
Please, paint me, me in your own image
Let me aflame, never talk us again
You are my fear, you are my running from cut wounds
You are the one who in, uninvited
You are the sound of all the falling down
a tears dropping onto my lips
You are my fear, you are my running from cut wounds
Despite my wishes, you live 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 force to cry
I will be everything that would lead others to
Will be Pipers flute
And an echo of your
And then, will silently lift off
Not to make the others
That the sky is gonna lean
And tremble with world,
with your guilty conscience
which would talk to the victims
of its fights
of self-centered war
Heart
that you accustomed yourself to observe from the

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