Luyện nghe bài hát Harto y cansado (english)

I open my wings, I took off at place, I need to go beyond,
on the never-never land,
almost nothing fills me, the sun goes and I stand in darkness,
voi thinking and in a deep sea of doubt,
perhaps is but I stay far away,
I is what will the other side of the mirror,
my head is a thousand paranoia in walls,
not enter or a ray of light even when mild,
Tell me who you are Who am I? you do not if you know,
consciousness are two in my speakers,
rap is my way of escape, my prison, my passion,
the rap makes my heart still beating.

I think and write as a in a personal diary
Why? because my form of is rap,
bare the soul feelings and displays,
because only when I him feel alive
I am tired the same story day,
life is by a monotonous routine,
dear to the I see your silhouette disappear
is as the memories of yesterday
and when it that almost everything you have in hand,
in the you say that you called yesterday brothers
I'm sick and tired of and,
is so indifferent to me that neither is to mourn, to cry,
are blank and want to go to another chapter,
nevertheless only and must move forward without of ridicule aser,
I keep looking for friends heart and
heart, pen and paper are my only reason.

I'm tired and fed up of so many lies and I'm tired,
because the keep passing,
sick and tired of so many scratches, I'm tired so failures,
exhausted to stairs. (x2)

Slowly, if you die you are inside,
not want during the crucial moments,
The smile on your and you can not do anything,
see as leaks, tears choking on your pillow,
no longer in love, that concept is not real,
time passes and you see there is no perfect,
learn to walk carrying the in your back,
withered and so tired you can not carry loads,
your eyes see what they would like to see, and so not feel,
the heart is mistaken in a of snakes,
seeking to try the apple
miss yesterday and today because tomorrow is day,
the world is wrong and I can not nothing
I am sorry to invent wars,
and is almost all the days seem the same,
so I make special paresca,
I'm of so many things well,
I want to disappear, to among roses,
and I'm not alone I hide my tears,
falling over the ink pages,
I'm tired of but still,
in life are those that take you to a destination,
by a but short,
I'm tired so I'm going to let off in an infinite lethargy,
and yet are things that follow,
if I know not everything in life is to suffer,
but now there are times when the slope is only,
I live in a the rest of my eternity.

I'm tired and fed up of so many and deceit I'm tired,
because the keep passing,
sick and tired of so scratches, I'm tired so many failures,
exhausted to stairs. (x2)

there is only pain, not thinking about the pretty,
not value no longer exists pa ti infinity
lets you set a goal the of your story,
but life takes more twists than a whore wheel,
I'm tired of following in a world does not love me,
in a world where truth hurts you,
I'm of seeing what we are materialists,
the own good interest here are all,
selfishness, money, always ahead,
first is you and the rest is negligible,
Do you not understand? already tired of all this,
I'm tired of this that I detest,
the I like to express my opinion,
I hear a voice asking me to not leave,
So I continue to one side against the tide,
I'm but resist any whatever,
I I lived in a dream forever
where what salo wish my mind,
tired laziness takes of this body,
where broken hearts are feeling dead,
I will not this game, but not last,
is to take a couple of and always look to Alanta,
there is a before, a and an after, as you see,
but I'm tired I standing firm,
always to my principles and ideals,
I'm sick of this life on real events,
is the time required to the fatigue,
I can no longer live deleting days.

I'm and fed up of so many lies and deceit I'm tired,
because the years passing,
sick and tired of so many scratches, I'm tired so failures,
to climb stairs. (x2)