Luyện nghe bài hát Harto y cansado (english)

I open my wings, I took off at place, I need to go beyond,
on the never-never land,
almost nothing me, the sun goes down and I stand in darkness,
voi thinking and in a deep sea of doubt,
perhaps is but I stay far away,
I wonder is what the other side of the mirror,
my head is a paranoia in four walls,
not enter or leave a ray of light even 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 canvas in a diary
Why? because my form of is rap,
bare the soul uncovered and displays,
only when I write him feel alive
I am tired the same every day,
life is characterized by a routine,
dear to the distance I see your disappear
is blurry as the memories of
and when it seems that everything you have in hand,
in the back you say that you called yesterday
I'm and tired of everything 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 without of ridicule aser,
I keep looking for friends and soul
heart, pen and paper are my only reason.

I'm and fed up of so many lies and deceit I'm tired,
because the years passing,
sick and tired of so many scratches, I'm 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 the pain in your back,
withered and so tired that you can not loads,
your see what they would like to see, and so does not feel,
the is mistaken in a land of snakes,
seeking to try the apple
miss yesterday and today tomorrow is another day,
the is wrong and I can not aser nothing
I am to invent bullshit wars,
and is that almost all the days the same,
so I make special paresca,
I'm tired of so things well,
I to disappear, to hide among roses,
person and I'm not I hide my tears,
slowly over 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 steam in an lethargy,
and yet there are that follow,
if I know not everything in life is to suffer,
but now there are times when the 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 years passing,
sick and of so many 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 many twists than a whore wheel,
I'm tired of following in a world that does not me,
in a superficial world where truth you,
I'm tired of what we are materialists,
the own good interest here are all,
selfishness, money, always ahead,
thing is you and the rest is negligible,
Do you not understand? estoi already of all this,
I'm tired of this world 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 wish I lived in a dream
where what salo wish my mind,
tired takes hold of this body,
where broken hearts are feeling dead,
I not leave this game, but not last,
is to take a couple of eggs and look to Alanta,
there is a before, a and an after, as you see,
but I'm tired I keep firm,
always faithful to my and ideals,
I'm sick of this life 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,
the years keep passing,
sick and tired of so scratches, I'm tired so many failures,
exhausted to stairs. (x2)