Luyện nghe bài hát Harto y cansado (english)

I open my wings, I off at another place, I need 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 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 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,
because the rap makes my still beating.

I think and as a canvas in a personal diary
Why? because my of expression is rap,
the soul uncovered feelings and displays,
because only I write him feel alive
I am tired the story every day,
life is characterized by a routine,
dear to the distance I see your disappear
is blurry as the memories of
and when it seems that almost 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 pages and want to go to another chapter,
nevertheless only and must move forward without fear of aser,
I keep looking for heart and soul
heart, pen and paper are my only reason.

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,
exhausted to stairs. (x2)

Slowly, if you die you are inside,
not want help 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,
time passes and you see that is no perfect,
learn to walk carrying the pain in back,
and so tired that you can not carry loads,
your see what they would like to see, and so does not feel,
the is mistaken in a land of snakes,
to try the poison apple
miss and today because tomorrow is another day,
the world is wrong and I can not nothing
I am to invent bullshit wars,
and is that almost all the seem the same,
so I must make paresca,
I'm of so many things well,
I want to disappear, to hide roses,
person and I'm not alone I my tears,
slowly over 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 tired so I'm going to let off in an infinite lethargy,
and yet there are that follow,
if I know that not everything in 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 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)

there is only pain, not thinking about the pretty,
not value no exists pa ti infinity 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 what we are materialists,
the own business interest here are all,
selfishness, money, always ahead,
thing is you and the rest is negligible,
Do you not understand? already tired of all this,
I'm tired of this that I detest,
the I like to express my opinion,
I a voice asking me to please not leave,
So I continue to one side against the tide,
I'm but resist any whatever,
I wish I lived in a forever
what happened salo wish my mind,
tired laziness takes of this body,
where broken hearts are always dead,
I will not leave game, but not last,
is to a couple of eggs and always look to Alanta,
there is a before, a and an after, as you see,
but I'm I keep standing firm,
faithful to my principles 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 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)