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 nothing fills me, the sun down and I stand in darkness,
voi and resulting in a deep sea of doubt,
perhaps is but I stay far away,
I wonder is what the other side of the mirror,
my head is a thousand paranoia in walls,
not enter or leave a ray of light when 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 think and write as a in a personal diary
Why? because my form of is rap,
bare the uncovered feelings and displays,
only when I write him feel alive
I am the same story every day,
life is characterized by a routine,
dear to the distance I see your silhouette
is blurry as the memories of
and it seems that almost everything you have in hand,
in the back you say that you called brothers
I'm sick and tired of and,
is so indifferent to me that is eager to mourn, to cry,
are blank pages and want to go to chapter,
nevertheless only and move forward without fear of ridicule aser,
I keep looking for friends heart and
heart, pen and they are my only reason.

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

Slowly, if you die you are inside,
not want during the crucial moments,
The on your face and you can not do anything,
see as more leaks, tears on your pillow,
no longer in love, that concept is not real,
passes and you see that there is no perfect,
learn to walk carrying the pain in back,
withered and so tired you can not carry loads,
your eyes see what they like to see, and so does not feel,
the is mistaken in a land of snakes,
seeking to try the apple
miss yesterday and because tomorrow is another day,
the is wrong and I can not aser nothing
I am sorry to bullshit wars,
and is that almost all the seem the same,
so I must make paresca,
I'm of so many things well,
I to disappear, to hide among roses,
person and I'm not I hide my tears,
falling over 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 things follow,
if I know that not in life is to suffer,
but now there are times the slope is upward only,
I in a dream the rest of my eternity.

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

When is only pain, not thinking about the pretty,
not value no longer exists pa ti why?
you set a goal the rest of your story,
but life takes many twists than a whore wheel,
I'm tired of in a world that does not love me,
in a superficial world truth hurts you,
I'm tired of 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? already tired of all this,
I'm of this world that I detest,
the rest I to express my opinion,
I a voice asking me to please not leave,
So I nonetheless to one side against the tide,
I'm but resist any whatever,
I wish I lived in a dream
where what salo wish my mind,
laziness takes hold of this body,
where broken hearts are always 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 standing firm,
always to my principles 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,
the years keep passing,
sick and tired of so many scratches, I'm so many failures,
to climb stairs. (x2)