Dias grises (english)

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

[Chorus] (x2)
Gray days, because we all cloudy
Gray days, when we failed
Gray days, being embarrassed environmental reaction
get up every day pa make your own ending

[Abram]
Hanging by a thread my stability
I drag my body when it goes wrong
I think it is a thing of hell
I am a rag doll in a washing machine
An intermittent drop slowly pierces my skull
The air is thick, almost liquid
Prone to drop immersed in a shock of mind, frenetic
It marks the tempo of my heart
Anxiety takes over my situation brings
Bad luck is my fuc*** infection
I dissected, no access to his will, my mind coerces
Evolves into the dark part of my soul bare
I strive to be strong, that underlying fissures
Neruda am the gore of contemporary rap
This street poetry flows uranium impregnated
I offer what life ensucio substitutes
Subliminal damage as fetuses in formaldehyde
I turn to the sun, I am glad in crucible
Cométela my whole shit, Spanish rap
Reality is cruel, honey is at times
Today is a bad day and feel it will end badly

[Chorus] (x2)
Gray days, because we all cloudy
Gray days, when we failed
Gray days, being embarrassed environmental reaction
get up every day pa make your own ending

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

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