Luyện nghe bài hát Psicofonia (english)

Since it is no
He does not in peace
His soul, cries
He not conform with loneliness.

it is no longer
He to wander
His slope
Without to death by the esternidad.

Cone was in a cold December
Three ago
He to frighten the window
She scared when you
He looked up and his eyes on its merits
his heart.

She is a crazy, loss
He loves his wound
Yse loved dancing time
he sang in the wind.

She is a crazy, loss
He appears on and polychrome
The ghost was mad and want to
The she did not want to accept.

a curse
What binds in the
So he sings, and sings the wind its regret.

If you put
Listen his
And she secure in his white cell
Baila love.

She is a crazy, loss
He loves his wound
Yse loved without time
he sang in the wind.

She is a crazy, crazy
He appears on and polychrome
The was mad and want to marry
The father she did not to accept.

She is a crazy, loss
He loves, she never
Well, the in psicofonías.

The dead speak to us, some us.