Letra de Cosas de la vida (en inglés)

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Letra de COSAS DE LA VIDA (EN INGLéS) de PORTA.

( Porta )

A story to tell that, yes, these are things in life ...

How many times I have fallen along this life
And I learned how to get up in that eternal fall,
That the penalties are not forgotten or porros nor drinks,
Game Over can play well and lose the game,
For risking or you think
Colleagues who come to betray,
How many more questions, just solve,
Ahogarte reach as many penalties,
How many beautiful ladies got conquistarte.

When something is not fair can not remain silent,
You know that something is needed to fill the vacuum
You must follow a straight line either firm in this way
You should never fight and hundirte but still upright.

When everything goes wrong is not esperate hurry,
Always look at your picture I nublaba sight,
I have always been a pessimist and I believe that I will remain
Because everything is going well and my memories still watching you.

Not your intention was good, I could not forget about treason,
Since died, broke and my heart stopped beating,
I encerraste in your prison without justification
Why you left? You wonder without giving me an explanation.

As a result I became a niñato distrustful,
Because life gives sticks, just accept them,
In my eyes is just as a pure hatred and resentment,
Because they do not know the pain it feels like to lose everything.

I encerré in the room and in one corner I pusé to mourn
"Tell me what your pussy served if you are no longer"
I want to erase from my mind all the bad moments,
I want to remain strong desconsolado that child,
But you see reflected in that dark glass,
Recalling those days together in this portal
In which rozaba your lips that time was brilliant
I remember that I wanted to be with you until the end.

Chorus
There are things in life are things of your story,
Things everyday there are penalties but also glories,
Days in which fly days you fall into pits,
There are planted in the garden weed and roses. (X2)

One day everything is cloudy and there is no will to live,
Nothing so there is nothing further to do smile,
And we ended up just a living with their sentences,
Just alone with a desire to cut the veins.

Because friends because fracasarías rule,
I trust in you and friendship deforms,
My fragile mind easily escaped all,
Between phrase and sentence, and drum box I left the mud.

If we all just blindly mirais in your well,
True friends because only one in a hundred,
Is that I can only rely on pen and paper,
Because to tell you my life I felt like an imbecile,
Narró them one by one my deepest secrets,
Neither will laugh or be aware of my entire world,
I have failed so many times that I lost the account
And I do not remember the truth about maybe 30 or 40
And that more than half were under a mask emmascara,
They move the interest greed earn anything,
Lost most of the friends who never won
Iran where day by day I wonder where iran.

And I do not expect anything from anyone,
I do not expect that I understand,
Not mention nor a name,
I do not think it worthwhile.

I know that there are no friends but I have to myself,
I may be living alone without caerme into the abyss,
Is the story of any history anywhere,
Not trust anybody can fallarte,
That alone are tips that can give you this pequeñajo,
From there, but I leave it in your hands to fiarte.

Because time is changing, but also the people,
Because time is passing and never going to stop,
Because there are still many things still to learn,
Because there is still a path in life that I choose.

Chorus
(Because) are things in life are things of your story,
Things everyday there are penalties but also glories,
Days in which fly days you fall into pits,
There are planted in the garden weed and roses. (X2)

And is that they are things of life, chapters of my story,
This fairy tale became more penalty glory
Slag poured in, crying on a pillow,
Unfortunately because I acclaimed and accompanying me to the bed.

Paranoias scratches and bitter loneliness,
I was the lady that really loved,
I cry every morning under sheets thinking of you,
We discussed that night was the last time I saw you.

And I wonder why every kiss me dabas,
Because you trusted because if the answer was missing,
Fortunate because I never came,
I am not surprised that does not create or a pinch in hope.

Maze hopeless, and you seek thee meeting
In the only place that you are in my thoughts
Well inside exactly where these feelings,
The cries since then my heart beats slow.

After months sometimes I still think when I was a child,
Those kisses on the neck slowly and with affection,
I dabas I llenban of hope and illusion,
I keep recalling the day he died my heart.

I remember that my life would have for you,
I doubt that there is someone who loves you as I have loved you,
You never missed anything because I gave it everything you
I want to fall asleep and never wake up knowing that you lost.

And although I still difficult to accept in my thinking,
I try to forget but it´s not if I want to,
We all know that the pride leads nowhere,
Everything is dark since the day I left.

Luck gave me back and lost hope,
Time does not forgive and forget not expected the needle moves,
I forgive and never forget, I am alone and empty,
I never arrepentí time that we live together.

Chorus
(Because) are things in life are things of your story,
Things everyday there are penalties but also glories,
Days in which fly days you fall into pits,
There are planted in the garden weed and roses. (X2)

That life is a shit what corroboramos addition,
We do not do anything about it and we crossed arms,
Easy to hide complain stifle penalties in bottles,
Think any time without consequence.

Fool lives committed to say that life is beautiful,
Spend hours, days, months, years and even confident in it,
The damage went live today or lose tomorrow,
This is the story of someone who no longer trusts anything.

He appreciated what you have before they exhaust you
Because many repent and it is too late,
And shed tears, alone in a silence broken
Time moves slowly within his dead body.

Your lives every moment as if it were your last breath
Air pollution in the twilight verse end end of the last chapter
Like to call this episode which has no title.