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,
almost 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 head is a paranoia in four 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,
because the rap makes my heart beating.

I think and write as a canvas in a personal
Why? because my of expression is rap,
bare the soul uncovered and displays,
only when I write him feel alive
I am tired the story every day,
life is characterized by a routine,
to the distance I see your silhouette disappear
is blurry as the of yesterday
and when it seems that everything you have in hand,
in the back you say that you called brothers
I'm sick and of everything 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 fear of aser,
I keep for friends heart and soul
heart, pen and paper are my only reason.

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

Slowly, if you die you are inside,
not want help the crucial moments,
The smile on your and you can not do anything,
see as more leaks, tears choking on pillow,
no believe 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,
eyes see what they would like to see, and so does not feel,
the is mistaken in a land of snakes,
seeking to try the apple
miss yesterday and today because is another day,
the world is wrong and I can not nothing
I am sorry to invent wars,
and is that all the days seem the same,
so I must special paresca,
I'm tired of so things well,
I to disappear, to hide among roses,
and I'm not alone I hide my tears,
falling slowly the ink pages,
I'm of life but still,
things in life are that take you to a destination,
by a but short,
I'm so I'm going to let off steam in an infinite lethargy,
and yet there are that follow,
if I that not everything in life is to suffer,
but now are times when the slope is upward only,
I in a dream the rest of my eternity.

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

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

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