Mein Testament Songtext

In anticipation of that hour, the one you can't foresee
I take paper and pen, and I start my last will
I write my final wishes, but I really hope that
The will I’m writing isn’t my last one yet
But just in case, I’ve got it ready to go
Though I’d really hate for that case to come up

To manage my estate, I give you full power
So I know that with my stuff, no one will act like a fool
First, go to the beer distributor, who’s already crying and whining
Because he’s losing a key part of his sales with me gone
I’ll give him all the empty bottles we have in the cellar
With that nice stash of empties, he’ll be feeling better

As for the good full bottles still in the cellar
I leave them to you, my friends, who know how to appreciate them
As thanks for the good times you’ve given me
As thanks for still being behind the black wagon today
I leave you the kegs and bottles, for your good, for my comfort
I would’ve loved to drink with you, but sadly, I can’t, so cheers

Everything I have in earthly goods, dog and house
I leave to you, my friend, make the best of it
And if the rooms suddenly feel too tight and small
Open the doors for friends, and the house will feel bigger
Give away whatever you want from the inventory
Be more generous with those who ask than I ever was

My dreams, my goals, are in your good hands
Those I loved so well, as best as I understood
I wanted to make the world better, but it seems I had no luck
You continue where I left off, and maybe you’ll succeed
That will comfort you when I’m no longer living with you
Then you’ll be the happiest, the most beautiful, as you already are

My verses, my songs, they belong to you anyway
The one who loved me so much, maybe more than I deserved
Because of you, when my last hour comes today
I’ve had much more than just my share of happiness
So I only regret one thing at that hour, it’s clear
That we weren’t destined like Philemon and Baucis

But one thing does please me, if I die today, no shame
I’ve smeared my adversaries one last time
Because I hear the gossipers feigning condolences and even
Murmuring that I was always the best, the dearest, the greatest
To you, you suck-ups, I leave with a happy heart the annoyance
That people always have to say nice things about the freshly deceased

My legacy is written, clear-headed until the end
I’ll leave space for the date, the rest I’ll sign now
This is my last will, but I really hope that
The will I’m writing isn’t my last one yet
If it is, write on the gravestone, that I’ve arranged:
"Here lies one who didn’t go willingly, but went content"