Yo confieso [English translation]

It's time, I confess,

And I confess in my way,

To the ear of who hears

The truth of my miseries.

I confess I had run

Over grass paths,

Without looking around,

Where the soil cracks.

And I confess without fear

That the pride and the arrogance,

Have been my Rocinante, 1

My saddle, my spurs.

I confess I had lied

To who asked for the truth,

Of not dressing the poor,

For not even looking at him.

And I confess my mistakes

Beecause my end is near

And I fear everything

The final act is coming.

1. The horse of Don Quijote

• Artist:Mari Trini
• Album:Escúchame