Embrolos, Fatos Y Paquetes

Pure nerve of the braggart, finally showed his true colors
And loudly published his medals
A senator all foam, honesty and memory
Worked purely in verse, a trip to California
And time will pass, and pass, and time will pass
And again, again, again
The same old, old story
The eternal sky wanted to win
With the purity of his soul
And for money came to offer me his holy word
Caught, caught by purity, invention of the convent
Oh, little sister, my little virgin
I feel your warm breath

The union is just a shell
The candidate is just froth
The solution, the salvation, all pure fiction
He claimed to be pure grape wine
And through tests I could understand
That purity is a pretty package to sell