Luyện nghe bài hát Harto y cansado (english)

I open my wings, I took off at another place, I to go beyond,
back on the land,
nothing fills me, the sun goes down and I stand in darkness,
voi thinking and in a deep sea of doubt,
perhaps forever is but I far away,
I wonder is will the other side of the mirror,
my is a thousand paranoia in four walls,
not or leave a ray of light even when mild,
me who you are Who am I? you do not know 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 canvas in a personal
Why? because my form of is rap,
bare the uncovered feelings and displays,
because only when I him feel alive
I am tired the same every day,
is characterized 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 back you say that you called yesterday
I'm and tired of everything and,
is so to me that neither is eager to mourn, to cry,
are blank and want to go to another chapter,
nevertheless only and must move forward fear of ridicule aser,
I keep for friends heart and soul
heart, pen and paper they are my reason.

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

Slowly, if you die you are inside,
not want help during the 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 carrying the pain in your back,
withered and so that you can not carry loads,
your eyes see what they would like to see, and so not feel,
the heart is in a land of snakes,
seeking to try the poison
yesterday and today because tomorrow is another day,
the world is and I can not aser nothing
I am to invent bullshit wars,
and is that almost all the days the same,
so I make special paresca,
I'm of so many things well,
I want to disappear, to hide roses,
and I'm not alone I hide my tears,
falling over the ink pages,
I'm tired of but still,
things in life are those take you to a destination,
by a but short,
I'm tired so I'm going to let off steam in an 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 dream the of my eternity.

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

When there is only pain, not about the pretty,
not value no longer exists pa ti why?
lets you set a goal the rest of story,
but life takes more twists than a whore wheel,
I'm tired of in a world that does not love me,
in a superficial world where hurts you,
I'm tired of seeing we are materialists,
the own good business interest are all,
selfishness, money, always ahead,
thing is you and the rest is negligible,
Do you not understand? estoi tired of all this,
I'm tired of this world I detest,
the I like to express my opinion,
I a voice asking me to please not leave,
So I continue nonetheless to one side the tide,
I'm but resist any whatever,
I wish I lived in a dream
where what salo wish my mind,
tired takes hold of this body,
broken hearts are always feeling dead,
I not leave this game, but not last,
is to take a couple of eggs and always to Alanta,
there is a before, a and an after, as you see,
but I'm tired I keep firm,
always faithful to my and ideals,
I'm sick of this based on real events,
is the time to manipulate the fatigue,
I can no live deleting calendar days.

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