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Fordítás
Nina
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 painter’s canvas
Maybe you’ll 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 muse’s 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 muse’s 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 Piper’s 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-centred 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 muse’s 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 muse’s 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 muse’s 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 muse’s tears dropping onto my lips
aubergine.grodz✕
Tomáš Klus: Top 3
| 1. | Nina |
| 2. | Pánubohu Do Oken |
| 3. | Pocity |
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paulinezs 
krutykrtek
Szombat, 23/02/2013 - 20:09
Very good! Wouldn't you like to translate Aneta Langerová's song lyrics?
Oroszország gyalázatos háborút folytat Ukrajna ellen. Állj ki Ukrajnával!
A fordítóról
a song inspired by Anton Pavlovich Tchechov's play ¨The Seagull¨ and one of the main protagonists - Nina Zarechnaya
disclaimer: this is a free translation of the lyrics focusing maily on the message this song bears (as far as Czech language is very complicated. Literate translations can take off all the spark from this song.)