Trapos sucios

I know a distinguished gentleman
One of those who always think they're right
He's a highly respected man
His picture hangs on the wall of an office
He confuses white with black
And that's how his hair always looks
And his ambition
He hides it in a drawer

He always keeps his composure
Although they say he tortures his wife
But they don't think he's a bad guy
Because he goes to mass every Sunday

He confuses white with black...

He wants to rise very quickly
And if you get in his way, he crushes you, steps on you
He looks at the world behind a cigar
He doesn't acknowledge having dirty laundry

He confuses white with black...