Confesiones

He arrives looking like a gallant
One of those very expensive watches and a tumbao when walking
And a bag with a gap jacket
Bathed in perfume and lots of lipstick
He told the woman that he works at night
And that's why now it comes at three in the morning
He believes that by washing the collar of that jacket well
Up there they forgive him with a clean slate.

Wash, wash the lies that fascinate you so much
Turning malice into a routine thing
Wash, wash the lies but remember that in life
Whether sooner or later the truth is never cleared.

Very fashionable guess who arrived
The kid is a little fine, you know, another simon, simon
Let me tell you that in the washing machine 15 is mixing underwear
With victoria secret clothes
If there in his town the family found out
That he came to New York to hide his double life
He swears that because of the distance they never find out there
Hey boy, why are you hiding, get strong and come out of the closet.

Wash, wash the lies that fascinate you so much
Turning malice into a routine thing
Wash, wash the lies but remember that in life
Whether sooner or later the truth is never cleared.

If drink offered salvation
That American has a chair next to God
He enters quietly, his glasses covering him.
Today he doesn't even say "good morning"
Oh! give him pepto-bistmol
It seems that on Fridays he goes to party without thinking about it
And beer after beer he loses his mind.
Lying on the ground he got his shirt muddy,
And he has come to confess to buy his penances.

Wash, wash the lies that fascinate you so much
Making malice a routine thing
Wash, wash the lies but remember that in life
Whether sooner or later the truth never comes out