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 down and I stand in darkness,
voi thinking and resulting in a sea of doubt,
forever is but I stay far away,
I wonder is what will the other of the mirror,
my head is a paranoia in four walls,
not or leave a ray of light even 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 heart beating.

I think and as a canvas in a personal diary
Why? because my of expression is rap,
bare the soul feelings and displays,
because only when I him feel alive
I am tired the story every 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 everything you have in hand,
in the you say that 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 pages and to go to another chapter,
nevertheless only and must move forward fear of ridicule aser,
I keep looking for friends and soul
heart, pen and paper they are my reason.

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

Slowly, if you die you are inside,
not want help during the moments,
The on your face and you can not do anything,
see as leaks, tears choking on your pillow,
no believe in love, that concept is not real,
time passes and you see there is no perfect,
learn to walk carrying the in your back,
withered and so that you can not carry loads,
your eyes see what they would to see, and so does not feel,
the heart is mistaken in a of snakes,
to try the poison apple
miss yesterday and because tomorrow is another day,
the world is and I can not aser nothing
I am sorry to bullshit wars,
and is that almost all the days the same,
so I must special paresca,
I'm of so many things well,
I want to disappear, to among roses,
person and I'm not I hide my tears,
falling slowly 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 to let off steam in an infinite lethargy,
and yet are things that follow,
if I that not everything in life is to suffer,
but now there are times when the is upward only,
I in a dream the rest of my eternity.

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

When there is pain, not thinking about the pretty,
not value no longer exists pa ti infinity
you set a goal the rest of your story,
but life takes more twists than a whore wheel,
I'm tired of following in a that does not love me,
in a superficial where truth hurts you,
I'm tired of seeing we are materialists,
the own good interest 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 tired of world that I detest,
the I like to express my opinion,
I hear a asking me to please not leave,
So I continue to one side against the tide,
I'm tired but any whatever,
I wish I lived in a dream
where what happened salo my mind,
tired laziness takes of this body,
where hearts are always feeling dead,
I will not leave game, but not last,
is to take a 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,
always 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 deleting calendar days.

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