Dnes v noci jsem ze span tvoje jmno, j vm, e rd, ale nejde zapomenout, jak p?i kadm v?ka, prosm, vysly zpov??, u jsme na psan?ka.
bytost 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 se mi dech jak b?c?m, co je to za bez lsky, bez milenc?.
Nem slov, patrn? vechna jinm, prosm, je s nimi ve sny, v gesta i v ?iny a j tu z?stanu, mal?sk pltno, t?eba se vrt a j zas se napnout, prosm, maluj m?, tvo? k svmu, nech m? sho?et, u 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 padnou mi na rety mz.
A se vzduchem, rozplakat nebe, budu vm tm, co k propasti svede, krysa?ovou fltnou a v tv dui, pak tie vzltnou, by tuit,
e se nebe 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 padnou mi na slzy mz. Jsi m zko, jsi z ?eznch ran, jsi ten, kdo nepozvn, jsi zvuk, kdy padnou mi na 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 krev z 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 make you happy, but it is impossible to of how you narrow your eyes 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 it makes you unhappy, maybe drive you angry but I want to you everything and then.. to hide out Maybe you will understand how it is, not to love My breath has accelerated like a breath of a runner
What of love story is this? Without love, without You remain wordless, clearly words belong to the others Please, turn all dreams into gestures and acts I am staying here, as a painters 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, talk about us again You are my fear, you are my blood running cut wounds You are the one who in, uninvited You are the sound of all the minarets falling 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 sound of all the minarets falling a tears dropping onto my lips
and
When I in with the air, and force heaven to cry I be everything that would lead others to perdition Will be Pied Pipers And an echo of your And then, will silently lift off Not to make the others That the sky is lean over And tremble with world, tremble with your conscience which would then to the victims of its unequal 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 down a muses tears dropping my lips You are my fear, you are my blood from cut wounds Despite my wishes, you live deep of me You are the sound of all the minarets down a muses tears dropping onto my
You are my fear, you are my blood running from cut 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 Despite my wishes, you deep inside of me You are the of all the minarets falling down a muses tears onto my lips