LeHomoLe

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?temnerovnch 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 runnerWhat 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 lipsand thenWhen 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 distanceYou 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 lipsYou 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