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