Obie Bermudez — Confesiones song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Confesiones" by Obie Bermudez.
Lyrics
El llega con su pinta de galán
Un reloj de esos bien caros y un tumbao al caminar
Y una bolsa con una chaqueta GAP
Bañada en un perfume y mucho lápiz labial
Le ha dicho a la mujer que por las noches el trabaja
Y es por eso que ahora llega a las tres de la mañana
El cree que con lavarle bien el cuello a esa chaqueta
Alla arriba lo perdonan borrón y cuenta nueva
Lava, lava las mentiras que a ti tanto te fascinan
Convirtiendo la malicia en una cosa de rutina
Lava, lava las mentiras pero acuerda que en la vida
Ya sea tarde o temprano la verdad nunca se limpia
Bien a la moda adivina quien llegó
El chamaco un poco fino ya tú sabe' otro SIMON, SIMON
Deja contarte que en la lavadora 15 va mezclando calzoncillos
Con ropa VICTORIA SECRET
Si allá en su pueblo llegara a enterarse la familia
De que vino a Nueva York para ocultar su doble vida
El jura que por la distancia nunca allá se enteran
Eh muchacho porque escondes, ponte fuerte y sal del closet
Lava, lava las mentiras que a ti tanto te fascinan
Convirtiendo la malicia en una cosa de rutina
Lava, lava las mentiras pero acuerda que en la vida
Ya sea tarde o temprano la verdad nunca se limpia
Si la bebida ofreciera salvación
Ese americano tiene una silla junto a Dios
Entra callado sus lentes cubriéndolo
Hoy no dice ni «Good Morning»
Ay! dale PEPTO-BISTMOL
Parece que los viernes sin pensarlo va de fiesta
Y cerveza tras cerveza se le pierde la cabeza
Dando tumbes en el suelo se enlodó la camiseta
Y ha venido a confesarse a comprar sus penitencias
Lava, lava las mentiras que a ti tanto te fascinan
Convirtiendo la malicia en una cosa de rutina
Lava, lava las mentiras pero acuerda que en la vida
Ya sea tarde o temprano la verdad nunca se limpia
Lyrics translation
He arrives with his gallantry
One of those expensive watches and a walking tumbao
And a bag with a GAP jacket
Bathed in perfume and lots of lipstick
He told the woman that at night he works
And that's why he now arrives at three in the morning
He thinks washing that jacket's neck well
Up there they forgive him blot and count again
Wash, wash the lies that fascinate you so much
Turning malice into a routine thing
Wash, wash the lies but remember that in life
Sooner or later the truth never gets cleaned up
Well fashionable guess who arrived
The chamaco a little thin and you know' another SIMON, SIMON
Let's tell you that washing machine 15 is mixing underwear
With VICTORIA Secret clothes
If the family found out in their village
That he came to New York to hide his double life
He swears that by the distance they never find out there
Hey, kid, you're hiding, get strong and get 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
Sooner or later the truth never gets cleaned up
If the drink offered salvation
That American has a chair next to God
He quietly enters his glasses covering him
It doesn't even say "Good Morning" today.»
Ay! dale PEPTO-BISTMOL
It seems that Fridays without thinking about it goes to party
And beer after beer he loses his head
Tumbling on the ground muddy T-shirt
And he has come to confess to buy his penances
Wash, wash the lies that fascinate you so much
Turning malice into a routine thing
Wash, wash the lies but remember that in life
Sooner or later the truth never gets cleaned up