Besame mucho — DISK A | Neon & Angels – lyrics

Besame mucho — Disk A · Neon & Angels — lyrics

Texty skladeb z Disku A alba Besame mucho.

Deset pokojů jedné noci v New Yorku. Neon na mokrém chodníku, kouř, co si pamatuje jméno, a chvíle, které se rozhodly zůstat déle, než měly.

Tohle je textová kniha k Disku A alba Besame mucho — psaná souběžně s knihou Poslední noc v New Yorku, ne jako její ilustrace, ale jako její druhý hlas.

Tracklist

1. Benjamin (Intro)
2. Smoke Doll
3. Vendetta Villa
4. Rum Clouds Over Prague
5. Basement Pulse
6. Stain In The Light
7. Baroque Skin
8. Femme Fatale After Midnight
9. Night Bus To Písek
10. Tender Friendships / Dangerous Rooms
11. Funneled Highlands (2026 version)
12. Face to Face (2026 version)
13. Dr. Kováčová’s Party
14. Neon Ashes (Outro)

LYRICS

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01 — Benjamin (Intro)

Warm noon on my shoulders
like a hand that won’t admit it
Dust rises — soft ash
on my shoes, on my mouth
I chew a blade of green
pretend it fixes the world
Light lashes through my eyelids
blink, bruise, blink

I keep my words folded
like something hot in a pocket
If I say them out loud
they rot too fast

These curtains are my sky
I swear there’s more behind them
Paper bridges over nothing
I cross, I burn, I hide
These curtains are my sky
and I keep calling it heaven
with wings taped up in smoke
so I don’t have to land

A letter comes back colder
like a fish on the doormat
Stamped: unknown, unknown
like I never lived here
I sit with the phone still breathing
and throw the bridge again
If I hurt you cleanly
I won’t have to regret it

02 — Smoke Doll

You walk in like a matchhead
in a room that begs for air
Silk on your shoulders
and a warning in your hair
You don’t touch — you hover
just close enough to haunt
I learn your language quickly
it’s the kind that doesn’t want

I watch you build a smile
like a curtain made of heat
Everybody’s looking
nobody can keep

Smoke doll, smoke doll
you’re a kiss I can’t hold
You rise, you fold
in the flash of a gold light
Smoke doll, smoke doll
strings cut, still you dance
A beautiful absence
with my name in your mouth

Outside they light rebellion
and blow it into cold
Inside the air is judging
like it’s paid to watch us fold
I’m on the bench of decades
sticky with old goodbyes
You lean in, almost tender
then vanish through my eyes

Say it plain, say it slow
am I real when you exhale?
If I reach, I break the spell
If I stay, I’m just a stare

Smoke doll, smoke doll
you’re a kiss I can’t hold
You rise, you fold
in the flash of a gold light
Smoke doll, smoke doll
teach me how to leave
without making a sound
without needing to breathe

Blow a little skyline
into my empty hands
then disappear politely
like you never had a plan

03 — Vendetta Villa

Welcome to the quiet house
where the staircase knows your name
Old wood, wet cloth, dim light
everything listens, nothing blinks
You call it “just a room”
but it’s a locked kind of mercy
I smile like I’m invited
while the walls rehearse the verdict

I keep my hands where you can see
a polite little surrender
My heartbeat hits the doorframe
like a warning letter

Vendetta villa
rooms full of pretty knives
Champagne on the surface
and a trial in our eyes
Vendetta villa
say you love me, say you don’t
Either way you’re holding
what I’m scared to own

In a tunnel, neon stutters
and the air turns thin and cold
A flash of steel, a breath held back
skin is only a deal we’re sold
I learned the art of leaving
before the truth can take a seat
So I burn the bridge for warmth
and call the ashes “being free”

Don’t touch me like a question
don’t answer like a kiss
If you pull me into silence
I’ll confess with my wrists
I can’t tell if I’m a guest
or a witness you would keep
So I dance through hallway shadows
where the house refuses sleep

Vendetta villa
rooms full of pretty knives
Champagne on the surface
and a trial in our eyes
Vendetta villa
I’m guilty of desire
I walk out in slow motion
while the curtains catch fire

Lock the door behind my smile
leave the sentence on the table
In this house the quiet wins
because it’s always been able

04 — Rum Clouds Over Prague

Tram windows shake like nerves
streetlight needles on my skin
I’m headed for the laughter
but the past gets on instead
A face unfolds in silence
like a flower made of bruise
And suddenly my throat remembers
something warm I didn’t choose

No bottle in my pocket
no bar on this seat
Still the air turns honey-thick
around your heat

Rum clouds over Prague
sweet weight in the room
Not the drink — it’s you
moving through me like perfume
Rum clouds over Prague
above the table, over shame
I breathe you in, I lose my balance
every time it says your name

I notice how you hold a glass
how your fingers start to shake
How long you stay inside my eyes
before you look away
Life doesn’t keep the people
it keeps the scent, the sound
A tunnel-light smile hits my chest
then leaves me on the ground

If I speak, it turns to evidence
If I laugh, it turns to rust
So I swallow all the truth I have
and call it “just because”

Some clouds come from weather
Some clouds come from skin
And some of them are houses
you’ll never live in again

Rum clouds over Prague
sweet weight in the room
Not the drink — it’s you
moving through me like perfume
Rum clouds over Prague
I carry what I can’t explain
A warm, thick kind of absence
that keeps coming back like rain

Tram windows, tunnel light
honey air, a borrowed bruise
No rum — just memory
and the way it makes me lose

05 — Basement Pulse

Low ceiling, little mercy
windows high like alibis
Heat crawls up the wallpaper
black around the edges
Everybody’s close enough
to be a mistake
Every move is touch and sorry
in the same shake

When the room inhales
my stomach follows suit
I don’t know if I’m dancing
or being moved

Basement pulse
hit me where I hide
Kick in my ribs
like a second heartbeat
Basement pulse
smear the smoke through my soul
I came for the music
now I can’t let go

Sticky drink on my shoulders
cold, чужі, not mine
A chorus starts repeating
like it owns my mind
Plaster flakes like old skin
under finger-nails of sound
I keep looking for a doorway
but the bass has locked it down

Say my name without saying it
press your thumb into the dark
If I breathe too deep
I’ll carry you like ash
There’s a fire in the memory
and it doesn’t need a flame
Just bodies, just rhythm
just the panic doing its thing

Basement pulse
hit me where I hide
Kick in my ribs
like a second heartbeat
Basement pulse
no air, no clean escape
Only a small window
pretending to be grace

Down here the night is heavy
down here the beat is law
If the room exhales again
I’ll follow. That’s all.

06 — Stain In The Light

Morning hits the plaster
like it wants to tell the truth
Black around the small high windows
like a mouth that won’t forgive
I thought the night would rinse me
I thought the smoke would lift
But it clings to every sentence
and it learns the shape of skin

I open everything
that can be opened wide
Still the smell stays seated
like a witness in the light

Stain in the light
I can’t talk it away
It shines through the polish
like a crack in the day
Stain in the light
on the wall, on my hands
I wanted “new gloss”
but it’s just clearer glass

I remember how it pulled me
like smoke pulls you to a door
How the air turned into judgment
and the floor became a shore
Now the room is quiet
but the edges still are dark
Peeling in little scales
like the past refusing art

If I say “it wasn’t me”
the light says “prove it then”
If I say “it was love”
it turns to ash again
So I stand in the cleanest beam
and let it burn my eyes
Not to be forgiven—
just to stop the pretty lies

Stain in the light
I can’t talk it away
It shines through the polish
like a crack in the day
Stain in the light
I don’t get to pretend
I wanted “new gloss”
but the stain stays in

Small window, high up
acting like grace
But the light is an answer
and it knows my face

07 — Baroque Skin

Gold light on cheap glass
still looks like truth at night
You wear perfume like armor
soft, expensive, right
I read you in small gestures
a millimeter of “no”
Lace on the surface
and a lock below

Sweet things always stick
that’s how they win
I try to pull away
and take my skin

Baroque skin
ornament and bruise
Touch me like a painting
I’m afraid to lose
Baroque skin
velvet over flame
What clings to my fingers
still remembers your name

There’s seed in the air
not poetic, just a trace
It hangs on curtains
it learns my face
I keep you out with manners
I keep you in with breath
A body in my mind
drawn too close to death

Don’t make it pretty
if it’s going to hurt
Don’t call it “fate”
if it’s only dirt
I stand under the mirror
and the mirror doesn’t blink
Every crown is heavy
when it starts to sink

Baroque skin
ornament and bruise
Touch me like a painting
I’m afraid to lose
Baroque skin
I can’t wash it clean
The more I call it “beauty”
the more it turns obscene

Lace, light, low heat
a lesson dressed as sin
Sweet things always stick—
that’s how they get in

08 — Femme Fatale After Midnight

After midnight, the room gets honest
in the meanest way
Eyes turn into weapons
so hands can stay away
You wear that serious face
like a dress that never creases
A smile — not an invite
more like “know your pieces”

I wanted mystery
like it’s something you can put on
But you’re the kind of secret
that makes the brave feel gone

Femme fatale after midnight
you don’t kiss — you decide
You lean in like a question
then you pull the answer aside
Femme fatale after midnight
black lipstick, quiet law
I came to win you gently
now I’m the one in awe

Jasmine in the corner
scratches like a warning sign
Everybody’s acting cool
while the air reads every lie
You don’t say “yes” or “no”
you move a millimeter
And suddenly my hunger
learns to call you “teacher”

Touch is faster than a question
that’s why I lose my nerve
I offer you a future
you return it with a curve
If I step closer, I’m exposed
If I step back, I’m still caught
After midnight in your silence
even mercy costs a lot

Femme fatale after midnight
you don’t kiss — you decide
You leave a mark in the room
without ever changing sides
Femme fatale after midnight
I thought I knew the game
But your smile draws the border
and I forget my name

After midnight
I don’t chase, I just breathe
You walk out like a verdict
and I stay — to believe

09 — Night Bus To Písek / Noční Autobus Do Písku

Night bus, overheated
windows turned to milk
Strangers sleep with open mouths
like prayers that lost their guilt
Breath draws little maps on glass
then disappears again
I watch a country form and fade
in the space of “when”

We talk like the road chose us
like it meant this seat
Like the dark is finally honest
because it doesn’t need to speak

Night bus to Písek
fog maps on the pane
We said “we’ll live it” like a promise
not an apology in rain
Night bus to Písek
engine heart, steady bruise
I hold the future in my hands
and watch it melt as we move

Streetlights stitch the corridor
one blink at a time
Someone snores, someone shifts
a whole life in a spine
Your laugh is small and warming
like a coin inside my coat
And every word we throw ahead
tries to learn how to float

Silver trailer in the forest
by a river out of town
Handprints on the metal skin
a fire ring of stones
Maybe some dreams stay beautiful
because they never touch the ground
So let them hover over us
like fog that won’t come down

Night bus to Písek
fog maps on the pane
We said “we’ll live it” like a promise
not an apology in rain
Night bus to Písek
don’t wake me when we arrive
If the future is a doorway
let it open in the drive

Windows sweat, the road keeps time
I breathe and lose the trace
A plan is just a warm sentence
trying to find a place

10 — Tender Friendships / Dangerous Rooms

We were almost safe
in the way we didn’t ask
Soft voices, cheap chairs
and a future in a flask
The house took you in
like it finally chose a guest
And I smiled like I deserved it
while my ribs forgot to rest

Some kindness is a hallway
you can’t find your way back through
It looks like warmth
until it closes on you

Tender friendships
dangerous rooms
A gentle hand, a locked door
and the night that assumes
Tender friendships
dangerous rooms
If I stay, I start to owe you
If I leave, I lose you too

I once wrote to a stranger
because letters don’t betray
I poured my dreams in ink
to keep the fear away
It could’ve been a tenderness
that finally had a home
But some soft things are sentenced
to remain an ad alone

Don’t make a promise out of silence
don’t make a cage out of care
I can feel the room listening
like it’s paid to stand and stare
If you call it “just friendship”
I might breathe again
But if you call it “forever”
I’ll break it in self-defense

Tender friendships
dangerous rooms
A gentle hand, a locked door
and the night that assumes
Tender friendships
dangerous rooms
I keep turning into someone
who can’t live with proof

Leave the lamp on low
let the door stay loose
I don’t want a prison
made of tenderness and truth

11 — Funneled Highlands (2026 version)

and brings memories
of inflations
ancient infatuation
Powdery dices
from highland places
I’m its vein

I feel funneled highlands
It comes through
the rooflight
and brings memories
of inflations
ancient infatuation
Powdery dices
from highland places
I’m its vein

Even as it struck my eyes
rampaging pain did not come
black spots of eclipse
like soap bubbles from wicked supper of nyads, eeee
just quiet and calm recollection
bedtime stories my mum told
heart eclipse will retouch thoughts
will softly retouch my thoughts
softly retouch
softly retouch

I feel funneled highlands
It comes through
the rooflight
and brings memories
of inflations
ancient infatuation
Powdery dices
from highland places
I’m its vein

12 — Face to Face (2026 version)

Chops to chops
I want to kiss your hot lips
I want to kiss

Angel
Rebel
Bohème
Poet

Face to face
My love

Chops to chops
I want to kiss your hot lips
I want to kiss your hot lips

Face to face
You liar

Lips to lips
I want to kiss your hot lips
I want to kiss

Angel
Rebel
Bohème
Poet

Just one kiss
Before we die
Who are we
Really
We’ll uncover with the last kiss

Face to face
Face to face
Face to face
You liar

Angel
Rebel
Bohème
Poet

Face to face
You liar
Lips to lips

Angel
Rebel
Bohème
Poet

Face to face
Chops to chops
I want to kiss your hot lips
I want to kiss

Face to face
Face to face

Angel
Rebel
Bohème
Poet

Just one kiss
Before we die
Who are we
Really
We’ll uncover with the last kiss

Face to face

13 — Dr. Kováčová’s Party

Champagne noise, bright teeth
a gallery dressed in white
People talk in little blades
to keep their hands polite
They praise you, then they peck you
like a flock that needs a feast
I smile like I’m untouchable
while something slips beneath

Two pairs of glasses
one on, one in the hair
Laughing like the world is light
while gravity waits there

At Doctor KOVÁČOVÁ’S PARTY
the walls are screaming clean
A lighter rectangle of dust
where my life used to hang and mean
At Doctor KOVÁČOVÁ’S PARTY
every toast is a test
I drink to my own reflection
and pray it looks impressed

“Too young, too brilliant”
they say it like a spell
Rich aunts, foreign cities
and a story you can sell
She jokes like it’s a shield
so she won’t have to bleed
And I watch the stage, not knowing why
just feeling something needs

A small note, heavier than money
in a room that smells like praise
It doesn’t say “I’m sorry”
it doesn’t ask to stay
It says: You know what to do
and it cuts the air in two
A second chance that sounds like order:
I’m waiting for you

At Doctor KOVÁČOVÁ’S PARTY
the walls are screaming clean
Empty frames, bright laughter
and a missing in-between
At Doctor KOVÁČOVÁ’S PARTY
I learn the oldest trick:
Expectation wears perfume
and calls itself magic

Glasses clink like punctuation
in a sentence I can’t end
I leave with quiet on my sleeves
and a note I won’t defend

14 — Neon Ashes (Outro)

Blue flash on the wires
like a rude little prayer
Sirens drag the distance
till it splits the air
Something’s burning somewhere
not just cloth, not just time
It sticks to my throat
like a line I can’t unwind

I thought the night was velvet
Turns out it’s evidence
Glowing in my hands

Neon ashes
absinthe-green glow
I’m fine, I’m fine
that’s the first lie I know
Neon ashes
on my tongue, on my sleeve
A little devil in my head
whispering “you’re in control”
while I can’t even breathe

Dark glass in the streetlight
turns fate into design
I keep walking circles
so I don’t cross the line
If I call it “just a smell”
it won’t follow me home
But it rides in my coat
like a quiet, hungry tone

Say it soft: it’s only smoke
Say it hard: it’s only me
Some fires don’t need flame
they just need memory
Neon in the aftertaste
ash that won’t let go—
I leave the party in my lungs
and let the city glow

Neon ashes
absinthe-green glow
I’m fine, I’m fine
like a radio low
Neon ashes
keep shining through
If the night is over, tell me—
why am I still blue?

Neon… ashes…
don’t touch… don’t ask…
just glow…

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BESAME MUCHO — DISK A · NEON & ANGELS — LYRIC BOOK V PDF

Besame mucho — Disk A · Neon & Angels — lyric book je digitální PDF sešit k prvnímu disku alba Besame mucho.

Obsahuje kompletní texty všech čtrnácti skladeb a jejich vizuální doprovod. Čtrnáct skladeb, čtrnáct pokojů jedné noci — neon, kouř, mokré ulice, těla, paměť, blízkost a místa, která si člověk odnese s sebou, i když z nich dávno odešel.

Nejde jen o přepis lyrics z alba. Textová kniha vznikala souběžně s knihou Poslední noc v New Yorku — ne jako její ilustrace, ale jako její druhý hlas.

Uvnitř najdete:

01 Benjamin (Intro)
02 Smoke Doll / Kouřová Panenka
03 Vendetta Villa
04 Rum Clouds Over Prague / Rumové mraky nad Prahou
05 Basement Pulse / Sklepní puls
06 Stain In The Light / Skvrna Ve Světle
07 Baroque Skin / Barokní Kůže
08 Femme Fatale After Midnight / Femme Fatale Po Půlnoci
09 Night Bus To Písek / Noční Autobus Do Písku
10 Tender Friendships / Dangerous Rooms
11 Funneled Highlands (2026 version)
12 Face to Face (2026 version)
13 Dr. Kováčová’s Party
14 Neon Ashes (Outro)

Disk A · Neon & Angels je součástí Original Book Soundtracku Besame mucho a světa PNVNY Universe.

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