Luyện nghe bài hát Tras mi luna de cristal (english)

Everyone has two faces and only a
I have a bond that is behind my moon
something that I keep in the depths
that can not be concerted worldwide.
I assume.

It is my world
the subconscious really
has a power
I have a bright
but other off
that lurks
after the that hit the pillow
I sleep.

I die for a few hours I stay with my true
with my other alone.

That is normal that friends have
is that in almost all I know distrust.

I a hidden secret
I suppose all
my other hand is an
a treasure to comfortable.

More valuable live in my bubble
in my parallel I am a dream draw
colored glass, as I live in area
spiral in this is not the end that awaits me.

the soul of my body, the heart of my head
two truths hides a very different piece.

From your all seems so easy to exist
from the dark side so fragile that I do not want to leave.

I am only me to me is something paradoxical
what is hiding me paranoid side.

Secrets are unanswered questions
know who performed but no, those to answer.

I do not know if is an afterlife, I do not know if you start from scratch
even if take me where I want.

A past a present a future I keep in my
Live every moment, never be in time.

There is a place secrets being whispered
only hear the air
and wind drag there is nobody.

I hide my secrets behind my moon
lie me lies a great truth,
really know me know my other
have something hidden that is what me special.

My life in my
my brain is
I think.

A that still feel within this distance,
so far me.

speak when quiet intellect
that is true, live of miles.

I have two sides that trigger at bad and good
the stick of impudence, the guy who is of course.

I was not mistaken there are secrets that
live in metal boxes or in a glass is tempered.

The moon from his other half
city that is and stopped
although he realizes that it there really is nothing.

Love, the heart fails to beat
the feeling that part of you.

Like an eclipse, an iceberg that hides something that is not
I was but insists that did not get and not be
be as always gives birth to death
so depressing that that wall this front.

I hide my secrets behind my glass
lie me lies a great truth,
really me know my other half
have something hidden is what makes me special.

After my moon ...