Il Testamento

When death calls my name
Maybe someone will kneel down
After reading in the will
What I leave behind as my legacy
Don't curse me, it won't do any good
I'll already be in hell anyway

To the protectors of the whores
I leave a job as an accountant
Because they're skilled in their trade
To keep the public informed
Every weekend
On the earnings of a hooker
Every weekend
On the earnings of a hooker

I want to leave to Biancamaria
Who doesn't give a damn about decency
A certificate of merit
To clear her path to marriage
With best wishes for those who fell for it
To stay happy and cuckolded
With best wishes for those who fell for it
To stay happy and cuckolded

Sister Death, give me time
To finish my will
Give me time to say goodbye
To pay my respects, to give thanks
To all the players in the circle
Around the bed of a dying man

Mr. Undertaker, listen up
Your job isn't liked by everyone
They don't see it as a fun game
Covering the earth over those at peace
And that's why I take pride
In handing you the golden shovel
And that's why I take pride
In handing you the golden shovel

For that pure old countess
Who never leaves my bed
To rid me of the insane promise
To reserve my lottery numbers for her
I can't wait to join the damned
To tell her all the numbers wrong
I can't wait to join the damned
To tell her all the numbers wrong

When death asks me
To return her freedom
Maybe a tear, maybe just one
Will fall on my grave
Maybe a smile, maybe just one
Will bloom from my memory

If from my already rotting flesh
Where my heart has beat through time
A rose should one day bloom
I’ll give it to the woman who offered her tears
For every heartbeat of her heart
I give her a red petal of love
For every heartbeat of her heart
I give her a red petal of love

To you who were the most desired
The courtesan who doesn’t give herself to all
And now at the corner of that church
You offer images to the pretty and the ugly
I leave the notes of this song
Singing the pain of your illusion
To you who are just trying to get by
Forced to sell Christ and the saints

When death calls my name
No one in the world will notice
That a man died without speaking
Without knowing the truth
That a man died without praying
Fleeing the weight of pity

Dear brothers on the other side
We sang in chorus down on earth
We loved the same woman a hundred ways
We left a thousand for the same war
This memory won't console you
When you die, you die alone
This memory won't console you
When you die, you die alone