Luyện nghe bài hát Nina

Dnes v noci jsem ze span k?i?ela jmno,
j vm, e rd, ale nejde zapomenout,
jak p?i slov?
v?ka,
prosm, vysly zpov??,
u star 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 zrychlil se mi
jak b?c?m,
co je to za
bez lsky, bez milenc?.

Nem slov, patrn? vechna jinm,
prosm, prom?? je s nimi ve sny, v i v ?iny
a j tu z?stanu, mal?sk pltno,
t?eba se vrt a j zas se napnout,
prosm, maluj m?, k obrazu 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 krev z ran,
jsi ten, kdo nepozvn,
jsi zvuk, kdy mi na rety slzy mz.

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

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

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

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.

Jsi m zko, jsi z ?eznch ran,
nechci, jsi ve mn? uschovn,
jsi zvuk, kdy padnou mi na slzy mz.
Jsi m zko, jsi krev z ran,
jsi ten, kdo nepozvn,
jsi zvuk, kdy padnou mi na rety 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, out my confession
We are way too grown-up to write love
I am a creature made out of a mist, living only from the power of breath
I know it makes you unhappy, maybe drive you
but
I want to tell you
and then.. to out somewhere
Maybe you will understand how it is, not to love
My breath has accelerated
like a breath of a runner

What kind of love story is
love, without lovers
You remain wordless, clearly your words to the others
Please, turn all dreams into gestures and acts
I am staying here, as a painters canvas
Maybe youll return and I will let you to stretch me out as this
Please, paint me, me in your own image
Let me aflame, never about us again
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 dropping 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 falling down
a muses tears onto my lips

and

When I blend in with the air, and heaven to cry
I will be everything that lead others to perdition
Will be Pipers flute
And an echo of soul
And then, birds will silently off
Not to the others suspect
That the sky is gonna over
And with this world,
tremble with guilty conscience
which would then to the victims
of its fights
of self-centered war
Heart
that you accustomed to observe from the distance

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

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