Текст и перевод песни Fito y Fitipaldis - Trapos Sucios

Trapos Sucios

Conozco a un distinguido señor
De esos que creen tener siempre la razón,
Es un hombre muy respetado
Su foto cuelga en la pared de un despacho.
Confunde el blanco con el negro
Y así le luce siempre el pelo
Y su ambición
La econde en un cajón.

Siempre guarda la compostura
Aunque dicen que a su mujer la tortura
Pero no creen que sea un mal tipo
Porque va a misa todos los domingos.

Confunde el blanco con el negro...

Quiere subir muy deprisa
Y si le estorbas te aplasta, te pisa,
Mira el mundo detrás de un puro
No reconoce tener trapos sucios.

Confunde el blanco con el negro...
Confunde el blanco con el negro...

Dirty Laundry

I know a distinguished gentleman,
Of the sort who always thinks they're right,
He's a highly respected man,
His photo hangs on the wall of an office.
He gets his facts all mixed up,
And that's why it's always messy,
And his ambition
Is hidden away in a drawer.

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

He gets his facts all mixed up...

He wants to climb very quickly,
And if you get in his way, he'll crush you, stomp on you,
He sees the world from behind a cigar,
He doesn't admit to having dirty laundry.

He gets his facts all mixed up...
He gets his facts all mixed up...