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,
forever is but I stay far away,
I wonder is what will the side of the mirror,
my is a thousand paranoia in four walls,
not enter or leave a ray of light 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 my heart still beating.

I think and write as a canvas in a personal
Why? because my form of is rap,
bare the soul feelings and displays,
because when I write him feel alive
I am the same story every day,
life is by a monotonous routine,
dear to the I see your silhouette disappear
is blurry as the of yesterday
and when it seems that almost 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 neither is eager to mourn, to cry,
are pages and want to go to another chapter,
nevertheless only and must move forward fear of ridicule aser,
I keep looking for friends heart and
heart, pen and paper they are my reason.

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,
to climb stairs. (x2)

Slowly, if you die you are inside,
not want help during the moments,
The smile on face and you can not do anything,
see as leaks, tears choking on your pillow,
no longer believe in love, concept is not real,
time passes and you see that is no perfect,
learn to carrying the pain in your back,
and so tired that you can not carry loads,
your eyes see what would like to see, and so does not feel,
the heart is in a land of snakes,
to try the poison apple
miss yesterday and today because tomorrow is day,
the is wrong 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 hide roses,
person and I'm not I hide 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 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 live in a dream the of my eternity.

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

When there is pain, not thinking about the pretty,
not no longer exists pa ti infinity why?
lets you set a goal the rest of story,
but life takes many more twists than a wheel,
I'm of following in a world that does not love me,
in a world where truth hurts you,
I'm tired of what we are materialists,
the own good business here are all,
selfishness, money, going ahead,
thing is you and the rest is negligible,
Do you not understand? estoi tired of all this,
I'm of this world that I detest,
the I like to express my opinion,
I hear a voice me to please not leave,
So I continue nonetheless to one against the tide,
I'm but resist any whatever,
I I lived in a dream forever
where what happened salo my mind,
tired takes hold of this body,
where hearts 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,
always 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 deleting calendar days.

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