Luyện nghe bài hát De otro color (english)

Yeah, not a question of age if a
I teleported to world,
It is normal to write right? yeah, Porta,
Soma, MiZoK, and Barna, Yeah

Everything color is nothing like what you paint,
I be happy in a different reality,
I'm far from that, away all evil
who wants to me and not be on my side of the glass.
I see a clear sky with in my eyes,
I see me blur the cover the sun and in my anger
image is engraved in my heart
at bottom beats only out of obligation,
I thinking of a maybe, in a perhaps
whether a love you truly was sincere,
it is the past and I'm left with the
caught an image captured in another paper.
I see rain but that I did not me
I hours counting every minute
every second everything darker
is that it is hard to proceed without any
a folio which I heard, maybe he understands me
and understand there are only want to slash his wrists.
Whether true or not that your passes in moments
in just a moment in which you happy
smiling into a future that not exist
but no, I am a coward but sad
I keep crying retreating a long silence
I want to be I know, but that desire is reluctant
although I every disadvantage
crosses my path, I am strong and smiling
but only in dreams I see you my
I still in those dreams, do not accept that I lost.
I am a boy looking for friends, soul and heart
a who lost his faith, inspiration
a passion all my dreams are
died illusion changed to another color your photo
I still that goodbye, goodbye one as cold and dry
a simple hug goodbye without a simple kiss
the absence of love, distance, your words
the and something for which you are nothing.

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

I ride in a sea of troubles my illness
the only I fear is used to the solitude
I wonder what's wrong? And I know I hide
because I think my sky is inches from the bottom
hold your and our bodies dance together
and corn, I vulgar for hope
sad, I I have what I deserve
arto I and look like a doll.
Thus, any relaxed
before was fun and now I feel
dry mouth finally peace in the ink
game every tear inspiration and
if that cold hurt
but there are things I say the folio
in this to designate the killing the demon
but you go to bed with nothing in writing and
and if day is a free live
I do not want to be in a heart beats for me
I write Why do I fall?
And every second that you're not me deterioration
I'm on the verge of an emotional
I remember your smile in your sleep and else
I never get tired of being your charming
call to do not see it as a virtue
even my life for you,
I a little empty in each farewell hug each
Sorry to miss I love
to do if a you want in your mouth gives strength to my generator?