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,
almost nothing fills me, the sun down and I stand in darkness,
voi thinking and resulting in a sea of doubt,
perhaps forever is but I 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 even when mild,
Tell me who you are Who am I? you do not if you know,
consciousness are two in my speakers,
rap is my way of escape, my prison, my passion,
the rap makes my heart still beating.

I think and as a canvas in a personal diary
Why? because my form of is rap,
bare the soul feelings and displays,
only when 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 as the memories of yesterday
and when it seems almost 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 pages and want to go to another chapter,
nevertheless only and must move without fear of ridicule aser,
I keep for friends heart and soul
heart, pen and paper are my only reason.

I'm tired and fed up of so many and deceit 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 during the crucial moments,
The smile on your and you can not do anything,
see as more leaks, tears choking on pillow,
no longer in love, that concept is not real,
time and you see that there is no perfect,
learn to walk the pain in your back,
withered and so that you can not carry loads,
your eyes see they would like to see, and so does not feel,
the is mistaken in a land of snakes,
seeking to try the apple
miss and today because tomorrow is another day,
the world is wrong and I can not aser
I am to invent bullshit wars,
and is that all the days seem the same,
so I make special paresca,
I'm tired of so things well,
I to disappear, to hide among roses,
and I'm not alone I hide my tears,
falling over the ink pages,
I'm tired of but still,
things in are those that 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 when the slope is upward only,
I live in a the rest of my eternity.

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

When there is only pain, not thinking the pretty,
not no longer exists pa ti infinity why?
lets you set a goal the rest of story,
but life many more twists than a whore wheel,
I'm tired of following in a world does not love me,
in a world where truth hurts you,
I'm tired of seeing we are materialists,
the own good business interest are all,
selfishness, money, always ahead,
thing is you and the rest is negligible,
Do you not estoi already tired of all this,
I'm tired of this world I detest,
the rest I to express my opinion,
I hear a 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 takes hold of this body,
where hearts are always feeling dead,
I not leave this game, but not last,
is to take a couple of and always 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 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)