Luyện nghe bài hát De otro color (english)

Yeah, not a of age if a drag
I to another world,
It is normal to this right? yeah, Porta,
Soma, MiZoK, Cordoba and Barna,

Everything changes color is like what you paint,
I would be happy in a reality,
I'm far from that, from all evil
who wants to hurt me and not be on my of the glass.
I see a clear sky with in my eyes,
I see me blur the cover the sun and in my anger
Your image is engraved in my
at bottom beats only out of obligation,
I thinking of a maybe, in a perhaps
whether a you yours truly was sincere,
Behind it is the past and I'm with the
caught between an image captured in paper.
I see but that I did not budge me
I spend hours every minute
every everything becomes darker
is that it is hard to without any friend
just a folio which I heard, he understands me
and that there are only want to slash his wrists.
Whether or not that your life passes in moments
in just a moment in which you happy
into a future that does not exist
but no, I am a but still sad
I keep retreating into a long silence
I want to be strong I know, but that desire is
although I despite disadvantage
that crosses my path, I am strong and
but in dreams I see you with my
I believe in those dreams, do not accept that I lost.
I am a lost boy looking for friends, soul and
a who lost his faith, inspiration
a all my dreams are broken
died died illusion changed to another color your
I remember that goodbye, goodbye one as cold and dry
that a simple hug goodbye without a kiss
the of love, your distance, your words
the and something for which you are nothing.

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For a woman to me everything that I hated
I think of pain I see all of another
each is a relief, a conviction
to give me grief can not and cut me god veins

I ride in a sea of troubles within my
the thing I fear is used to the solitude
I wonder what's wrong? And I know what I
because I think my sky is inches from the bottom
hold hand and our bodies dance together
and corn, I vulgar for hope
sad, I think I have I deserve
arto I and look like a doll.
Thus, any type
before was fun and now I overwhelmed
dry finally found peace in the ink
game every tear and words
if that cold hurt
but there are things I say only the
in this paper to the killing the demon
but you go to bed with nothing in writing and
and if every day is a live
I do not want to be in a heart beats for me
I write heavy Why do I
And every second that you're not with me
I'm on the verge of an abyss
I remember your smile in sleep and little else
I get tired of being your prince charming
to death do not see it as a virtue
even give my for you,
I feel a little empty in each hug each
Sorry to what I love
What to do if a you want in mouth gives strength to my generator?