Luyện nghe bài hát Harto y cansado (english)

I open my wings, I took off at place, I need to go beyond,
back on the land,
almost nothing fills me, the sun goes down and I 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 enter or leave a ray of light even mild,
Tell me who you are Who am I? you do not if you know,
are two voices in my speakers,
rap is my way of escape, my prison, my passion,
because the rap makes my still beating.

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

I'm and fed up of so many lies 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)

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 more leaks, tears on your pillow,
no believe in love, that concept is not real,
time passes and you see that is no perfect,
to walk carrying the pain in your back,
withered and so tired you can not carry loads,
eyes see what they would like to see, and so does not feel,
the heart is in a land of snakes,
seeking to try the poison
miss yesterday and today because is another day,
the world is and I can not aser nothing
I am sorry to invent wars,
and is almost all the days seem the same,
so I make special paresca,
I'm tired of so things well,
I want to disappear, to among roses,
person and I'm not alone I my tears,
falling slowly the ink pages,
I'm of life but still,
things in life are those that you to a destination,
by a but short,
I'm tired so I'm going to let off steam in an lethargy,
and yet there are that follow,
if I that not everything in life is to suffer,
but now there are times when the 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 keep passing,
and tired of so many scratches, I'm tired so many failures,
exhausted to stairs. (x2)

When there is pain, not thinking about the pretty,
not value no longer exists pa ti infinity
lets you set a the rest of your story,
but life takes many more twists than a wheel,
I'm tired of following in a world that not love me,
in a superficial where truth hurts you,
I'm of seeing what we are materialists,
the own good business here are all,
selfishness, money, always ahead,
first is you and the rest is negligible,
Do you not understand? estoi tired of all this,
I'm tired of world that I detest,
the rest I like to my opinion,
I hear a voice me to please not leave,
So I nonetheless to one side against the tide,
I'm tired but any whatever,
I wish I lived in a forever
where what salo wish my mind,
tired laziness takes of this body,
where broken hearts are always dead,
I will not this game, but not last,
is to take a of eggs and always look to Alanta,
there is a before, a and an after, as you see,
but I'm tired I standing firm,
always faithful to my and ideals,
I'm sick of this based 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 keep passing,
sick and tired of so scratches, I'm tired so many failures,
exhausted to stairs. (x2)