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 down and I in darkness,
voi thinking and in a deep sea of doubt,
perhaps 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 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 of expression is rap,
bare the soul feelings and displays,
because only I write 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 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 tired of and,
is so indifferent to me neither is eager to mourn, to cry,
are blank 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 they are my reason.

I'm tired and fed up of so many lies and I'm tired,
the years 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 the crucial moments,
The on your 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 walk the pain in your back,
withered and so tired that you can not loads,
your eyes see what they would like to see, and so not feel,
the is mistaken in a land of snakes,
seeking to try the 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 all the days seem the same,
so I make special paresca,
I'm of so many things well,
I want to disappear, to hide roses,
and I'm not alone I hide my tears,
falling over the ink pages,
I'm tired of but still,
things in life are that take you to a destination,
by a but short,
I'm tired so I'm to let off steam in an infinite lethargy,
and yet there are things follow,
if I know that not everything in is to suffer,
but now there are when the slope is upward only,
I in a dream 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 of so many scratches, I'm tired so many failures,
to climb stairs. (x2)

When there is pain, not thinking about the pretty,
not value no 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 of following in a world that does not love me,
in a superficial where truth hurts you,
I'm tired of what we are materialists,
the own good interest here are all,
selfishness, money, going ahead,
first thing is you and the is negligible,
Do you not understand? estoi tired of all this,
I'm tired of this world I detest,
the I like to express 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 I lived in a dream forever
where what happened wish my mind,
tired takes hold of this body,
where broken are always feeling dead,
I will not this game, but not last,
is to a couple of eggs and always 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 based on events,
is the time required to the fatigue,
I can no longer live calendar days.

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