Luyện nghe bài hát Harto y cansado (english)

I my wings, I took 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,
forever is but I stay far away,
I wonder is what the other side of the mirror,
my is a thousand paranoia in four walls,
not enter or 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 heart beating.

I think and write as a in a personal diary
Why? my form of expression is rap,
bare the uncovered feelings and displays,
because when I write him feel alive
I am the same story every day,
is characterized by a monotonous routine,
dear to the distance I see your silhouette
is blurry as the memories of
and when it 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 neither is to mourn, to cry,
are blank pages and 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 keep 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 choking on pillow,
no longer believe in love, that is not real,
time passes and you see that is no perfect,
learn to walk the pain in your 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 wrong and I can not aser
I am sorry to bullshit wars,
and is that almost all the days the same,
so I must make paresca,
I'm tired of so many well,
I to disappear, to hide among roses,
person and I'm not I hide my tears,
slowly over the ink pages,
I'm tired of but still,
things in life are those 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 things follow,
if I know not everything in life is to suffer,
but now there are times when the slope is only,
I live in a dream the of my eternity.

I'm tired and fed up of so many lies and I'm tired,
the years keep 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 exists pa ti infinity why?
you set a goal the rest of your story,
but life takes many more twists than a 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, going ahead,
first thing is you and the is negligible,
Do you not estoi already tired of all this,
I'm tired of world that I detest,
the I like to express my opinion,
I hear a asking me to please not leave,
So I nonetheless to one side against the tide,
I'm tired but any whatever,
I wish I in a dream forever
where what salo wish my mind,
tired laziness takes hold of body,
where broken hearts are always dead,
I will not this 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 keep firm,
faithful to my principles and ideals,
I'm sick of life based on real events,
is the time required to the fatigue,
I can no longer live 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 scratches, I'm tired so many failures,
to climb stairs. (x2)