Nina Lyrics - Singles - Tomáš Klus

Czech: 

Dnes v noci jsem ze span k?i?ela tvoje jmno, 

j vm, e nejsi rd, ale nejde zapomenout, 

jak p?i kadm slov? 

p?ivr v?ka, 

prosm, vysly moji zpov??, 

u jsme star na psan?ka. 

Jsem bytost z vodnch par, iva jenom z tvho dechu, 

j vm, e nejsi rd a e je ti to k vzteku, 

chci ti vechno ?ct 

a pak se n?kam schovat, 

t?eba pochop, 

jak je t?k nemilovat. 

Zase zrychlil se mi dech 

jak maratnskm b?c?m, 

co je to za p?b?h 

bez lsky, bez milenc?. 

Nem slov, patrn? vechna pat? jinm, 

prosm, prom?? je s nimi ve sny, v gesta i v ?iny 

a j tu z?stanu, ztracen mal?sk pltno, 

t?eba se vrt a j zas nechm se napnout, 

prosm, maluj m?, tvo? k obrazu svmu, 

nech m? sho?et, u nikdy o ns nemluv. 

Jsi m zko, jsi krev z ?eznch ran, 

a?koli nechci, jsi ve mn? uschovn, 

jsi zvuk, kdy padnou mi na rety slzy mz. 

Jsi m zko, jsi krev z ?eznch ran, 

jsi ten, kdo vchz nepozvn, 

jsi zvuk, kdy padnou mi na rety slzy mz. 

A splynu se vzduchem, 

nechm rozplakat nebe, 

budu vm tm, co lidi k propasti svede, 

budu krysa?ovou fltnou 

a ozv?na v tv dui, 

pak ptci tie vzltnou, 

by nedali tuit, 

e se nebe naklon 

a zat?ese sv?tem, 

tv ?ern sv?dom 

poprv promluv k ob?tem 

nerovnch boj? 

tv sebest?edn vlky, 

srde?nch nepokoj?, 

cos' pozoroval z dlky. 

Jsi m zko, jsi krev z ?eznch ran, 

a?koli nechci, jsi ve mn? uschovn, 

jsi zvuk, kdy padnou mi na rety slzy mz. 

Jsi m zko, jsi krev z ?eznch ran, 

jsi ten, kdo vchz nepozvn, 

jsi zvuk, kdy padnou mi na rety slzy mz. 

Jsi m zko, jsi krev z ?eznch ran, 

a?koli nechci, jsi ve mn? uschovn, 

jsi zvuk, kdy padnou mi na rety slzy mz. 

Jsi m zko, jsi krev z ?eznch ran, 

jsi ten, kdo vchz nepozvn, 

jsi zvuk, kdy padnou mi na rety slzy mz. 

English: 

Tonight, I cried out your name in my dreams 

I know, it does not make you happy, but it is impossible to forget 

of how you narrow your eyes with every word you say 

Please, hear out my confession 

We are way too grown-up to write love letters 

I am a creature made out of a mist, living only from the power of your breath 

I know it makes you unhappy, maybe drive you angry 

but 

I want to tell you everything 

and then.. to hide out somewhere 

Maybe you will understand how difficult it is, not to love 

My breath has accelerated again 

like a breath of a marathon runner 

What kind of love story is this? 

Without love, without lovers 

You remain wordless, clearly your words belong to the others 

Please, turn all your dreams into gestures and acts 

I am staying here, as a lost painters canvas 

Maybe youll return and I will let you to stretch me out as this canvas 

Please, paint me, create me in your own image 

Let me aflame, never talk about us again 

You are my fear, you are my blood running from cut wounds 

You are the one who comes in, uninvited 

You are the sound of all the minarets falling down 

a muses tears dropping onto my lips 

You are my fear, you are my blood running from cut wounds 

Despite my wishes, you live deep inside of me 

You are the sound of all the minarets falling down 

a muses tears dropping onto my lips 

and then 

When I blend in with the air, and force heaven to cry 

I will be everything that would lead others to perdition 

Will be Pied Pipers flute 

And an echo of your soul 

And then, birds will silently lift off 

Not to make the others suspect 

That the sky is gonna lean over 

And tremble with this world, 

tremble with your guilty conscience 

which would then talk to the victims 

of its unequal fights 

of your self-centered war 

Heart commotions 

that you accustomed yourself to observe from the distance 

You are my fear, you are my blood running from cut wounds 

You are the one who comes in, uninvited 

You are the sound of all the minarets falling down 

a muses tears dropping onto my lips 

You are my fear, you are my blood running from cut wounds 

Despite my wishes, you live deep inside of me 

You are the sound of all the minarets falling down 

a muses tears dropping onto my lips 

You are my fear, you are my blood running from cut wounds 

You are the one who comes in, uninvited 

You are the sound of all the minarets falling down 

a muses tears dropping onto my lips 

You are my fear, you are my blood running from cut wounds 

Despite my wishes, you live deep inside of me 

You are the sound of all the minarets falling down 

a muses tears dropping onto my lips