Dnes v jsem ze span k?i?ela 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, 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, 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, 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 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, krysa?ovou fltnou a v tv dui, pak tie vzltnou, by tuit,
e se nebe a sv?tem, tv sv?dom 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 padnou mi na 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 z ?eznch ran, nechci, jsi ve mn? uschovn, jsi zvuk, kdy padnou mi na slzy 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 impossible to of how you narrow 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, only from the power of your breath I know it makes you unhappy, maybe you angry but I want to you everything and then.. to out somewhere Maybe you will how difficult it is, not to love My has accelerated again like a of a marathon runner
What kind of story is this? love, without lovers You remain wordless, your words belong to the others Please, turn all your dreams into and acts I am staying here, as a lost canvas Maybe youll and I will 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 blood from cut wounds 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 my wishes, you live deep inside of me You are the sound of all the minarets falling a muses tears dropping my lips
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When I blend in with the air, and force to cry I will be that would lead others to perdition Will be Pied Pipers And an echo of your And then, birds will lift off Not to the others suspect the sky is gonna lean over And tremble this world, with your guilty conscience which would then talk to the of its fights of your war commotions that you yourself to observe from the distance
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 minarets down a muses dropping onto my lips You are my fear, you are my blood running from cut my wishes, you live deep inside of me You are the sound of all the minarets down a muses dropping 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 minarets down a muses tears dropping onto my 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 minarets down a muses tears dropping my lips