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 and I stand in darkness,
voi thinking and resulting in a sea of doubt,
perhaps is but I stay far away,
I wonder is what will the 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 soul uncovered and displays,
because when I write him feel alive
I am tired the same story day,
life is characterized by a routine,
dear to the distance I see silhouette disappear
is blurry as the memories of
and when it seems that almost you have in hand,
in the back you say you called yesterday brothers
I'm sick and tired of and,
is so indifferent to me neither is eager to mourn, to cry,
are blank and want to go to another chapter,
only and must move forward without fear of ridicule aser,
I keep looking for friends heart and
heart, pen and they are my only reason.

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)

Slowly, if you die you are inside,
not help during the crucial moments,
The smile on your and you can not do anything,
see as more leaks, tears on your pillow,
no longer believe in love, concept is not real,
time passes and you see that is no perfect,
learn to walk carrying the pain in back,
withered and so tired that you can not loads,
your eyes see what they would like to see, and so not feel,
the heart is in a land of snakes,
to try the poison apple
miss yesterday and today because is another day,
the world is and I can not aser nothing
I am to invent bullshit wars,
and is that almost all the seem the same,
so I make special paresca,
I'm of so many things well,
I to disappear, to hide among roses,
person and I'm not alone I my tears,
falling over the ink pages,
I'm tired of 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 in an infinite lethargy,
and yet there are that follow,
if I that not everything in life is to suffer,
but now there are when the slope is upward only,
I live in a the rest of my eternity.

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 so many failures,
to climb stairs. (x2)

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

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