Luyện nghe bài hát Harto y cansado (english)

I open my wings, I took off at another place, I to go beyond,
back on the land,
almost nothing fills me, the sun goes 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 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,
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 uncovered and displays,
only when I write him feel alive
I am the same story every day,
life is by a monotonous routine,
dear to the distance I see your silhouette
is as the memories of yesterday
and when it seems that almost everything you in hand,
in the back you say that you yesterday brothers
I'm sick and of everything and,
is so to me that neither is eager to mourn, to cry,
are blank and want to go to another chapter,
nevertheless only and move forward without fear of ridicule aser,
I keep for friends heart and soul
heart, pen and they are my only reason.

I'm tired and fed up of so lies and deceit I'm tired,
the years 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 help the crucial moments,
The smile on 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 carrying the pain in your back,
withered and so that you can not carry loads,
your eyes see what would like to see, and so does not feel,
the heart is mistaken in a of snakes,
to try the poison apple
miss yesterday and today because tomorrow is 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 tired of so many well,
I want to disappear, to among roses,
and I'm not alone I hide my tears,
falling slowly 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 tired so I'm going to let off 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 in a dream the rest of my eternity.

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)

When is only pain, not thinking about the pretty,
not no longer 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 following in a world that not love me,
in a superficial world where truth you,
I'm tired of seeing we are materialists,
the own good business here are all,
selfishness, money, always ahead,
first is you and the rest is negligible,
Do you not understand? already tired of all this,
I'm tired of world that I detest,
the rest I like to my opinion,
I a voice asking me to please not leave,
So I nonetheless to one side against the tide,
I'm tired but any whatever,
I wish I lived in a forever
where what happened salo my mind,
tired laziness takes hold of body,
broken hearts are always feeling dead,
I not leave this game, but not last,
is to a couple of eggs and always look to Alanta,
is a before, a during and an after, as you see,
but I'm I keep standing firm,
always to my principles and ideals,
I'm sick of this life on real events,
is the time to manipulate the fatigue,
I can no longer deleting calendar days.

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