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 jsme na psan?ka.

Jsem z vodnch par, iva jenom z tvho dechu,
j vm, e rd a e je ti to k vzteku,
chci ti ?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, prom?? je s nimi ve sny, v gesta i v
a j tu z?stanu, ztracen pltno,
se vrt a j zas nechm se napnout,
prosm, m?, tvo? k obrazu svmu,
nech m? sho?et, u o ns nemluv.

Jsi m zko, jsi krev z 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 padnou mi na slzy mz.

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

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

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

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 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 padnou mi na slzy mz.

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

kind of love story is this?
Without love, without
You remain wordless, clearly words belong to the others
Please, all your 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, create me in own image
Let me aflame, never talk 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 falling down
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 sound of all the minarets falling
a muses tears dropping onto my

and

I blend in with the air, and force heaven to cry
I be everything that would lead others to perdition
Will be Pied flute
And an of your soul
And then, birds silently lift off
Not to make the suspect
That the sky is gonna over
And tremble with world,
tremble with your conscience
which would then talk to the
of its unequal
of self-centered war
commotions
that you accustomed to observe from the distance

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

You are my fear, you are my blood from cut wounds
You are the one who in, uninvited
You are the sound of all the falling 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 sound of all the minarets down
a muses tears onto my lips