Luyện nghe bài hát Dias grises (en inglés)

I feel hatred towards people people look at me
I angry at all when people sigh
I'm afraid of myself and if I am no sure
Of both the weather gets to 'harder
I'll cut my veins to go to a better
So find that that I found within me
Why ask pa 'fill a that nothing fills
I feel that blood no longer flows in my veins
Hatred and bitterness flows living so much pain
I am a prisoner, slave of chains
And I'm drowning hope in a valley of tears
I can not find the exit, I'm a stone
In my in an instant I see moments of my life
Is this my destiny? approaches
Every is closer
Find your hurts, find your angry
And for your loss, ruin
Watch steps each day
Because otherwise you'll fall into oblivion and the game
against wind and tide forever
Jura in the fight until it bursts
She does not exist. to fight
Fear no more, you face your
It is not to live with it inside, which will
Distress is that somewhere and can not find
So many questions, there are so few
We hide the truth is that this sucks
You know who you were, who you are, who you
Lucky you had and never will accompany
I'm sick of all suffering end
I a thorn that burns me inside
As a coward I am I approach the vacuum
I my soul will be relieved after this suicide

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

Hanging by a thread my
I drag my when it goes 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 immersed in a of mind, frenetic
It marks the tempo of my
Anxiety takes my situation brings
Bad luck is my fucking
I dissected, no access to his will, my coerces
Evolves into the dark part of my bare
I strive to be strong, that fissures
Neruda am the of contemporary rap
This street poetry uranium impregnated
I offer what ensucio substitutes
Subliminal damage as fetuses in
I turn to the sun, I am glad in
Cométela my whole shit, rap
is cruel, honey is at times
Today is a bad day and feel it end badly

(x2)
Gray days, because we all
Gray days, when we
Gray days, being embarrassed environmental
get up day pa make your own ending

Now I feel alone in a dark
Everything is much harder but I
In front of anybody, you I am a lost soul
I wandered the streets in of some dinner
Now I repent dead and buried
Because I'm like a but on the other side
I still feel useless and more ignored
I feel an animal, I hope in locked cages
Now there is no turning back, no one me shouting
That day, on that last thing I did was sigh
Pact with Satan in exchange for and tranquility
I'm in oblivion and no one remember

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