Yo Confieso

It's the hour and I confess,
And I confess in my own way,
To the ear of the listener
The truth of my miseries

It's the hour and I confess,
And I confess in my own way,
To the ear of the listener
The truth of my miseries

I confess to have run
On paths of grass
Without looking around
Where... where the earth cracks

And I confess without fear
That pride and arrogance
Have been my steed,
My mount,
My spurs.

It's the hour and I confess,
And I confess in my own way,
To the ear of the listener
The truth of my miseries.

I confess to have lied
To whoever asked for the truth,
Of not clothing the poor
For... not even looking at them.

And I confess my mistakes
Because my end is near
And I'm afraid of everything:
The final act arrives.

And I confess my mistakes
When my end is near
And I'm afraid of everything:
The final act arrives

I confess...
I confess as I can
In my own way