Luyện nghe bài hát Dias grises (en inglés)

I feel hatred towards when people look at me
I angry at all when people sigh
I'm of myself and if I am no longer sure
Of loving both the gets to 'harder
I'll cut my veins to go to a better
So find that light I found within me
Why ask pa 'fill a that nothing fills
Because I feel that blood no longer in my veins
Hatred and bitterness flows after living so pain
I am a prisoner, slave of four
And I'm drowning lost hope in a of tears
I can not find the exit, I'm a stone
In my mind in an instant I see of my life
Is this my Death approaches
Every hour is
Find your hurts, your soul angry
And for your loss, your
your steps each day
Because otherwise you'll fall into and lose the game
Fight against wind and forever
Jura fight in the fight until it
She does not exist. nothing to
Fear no more, you face your
It is not easy to live with it inside, will
Distress is that hidden and can not find
So questions, there are so few answers
We the truth is that this company sucks
You know who you were, who you are, who you
you never had and never will accompany
I'm sick of all this end
I have a thorn that burns me
As a coward I am I will approach the
I know my soul will be relieved after suicide

(x2)
Gray days, we all cloudy
Gray days, when we
Gray days, being environmental reaction
get up every day pa your own ending

Hanging by a thread my
I drag my body when it wrong
I think it is a of hell
I am a rag in a washing machine
An intermittent slowly pierces my skull
The air is thick, liquid
Prone to drop in a shock of mind, frenetic
It marks the tempo of my
Anxiety over my situation brings
Bad is my fucking infection
I dissected, no to his will, my mind coerces
into the dark part of my soul bare
I strive to be strong, that underlying
Neruda am the gore of rap
street poetry flows uranium impregnated
I offer what life ensucio
damage as fetuses in formaldehyde
I turn to the sun, I am in crucible
Cométela my shit, Spanish rap
Reality is cruel, honey is at
is a bad day and feel it will end badly

(x2)
Gray days, because we all
Gray days, we failed
days, being embarrassed environmental reaction
get up every day pa your own ending

Now I feel alone in a place
Everything is much harder but I
In front of anybody, you know? I am a soul
I wandered the streets in search of dinner
Now I repent from and buried
I'm like a mirror but on the other side
Where I feel useless and more ignored
I feel an animal, I hope in locked cages
Now there is no turning back, no one hears me
That day, on bridge last thing I did was sigh
Pact with Satan in for peace and tranquility
I'm in and no one will remember

If it is Abram, the Porta. Alicante, Barcelona, La mission are days