Testo di A Happy Death

I dream of a man Along with his rage Hoping for a happy death Everything in the world was in reach But the natural thing The women come, the women go Speak of Michelangelo The women come, the women go Speak of Michelangelo The women come, the women go The women come, the women go Tattoos rise and dance On the skin of a full life Caresses them when he feels low Immortal images mortally thin Oh, but for now he sees, he knows, oh That the kind of life he chose, oh Would be judged and forgotten forever And now, and now Yet, what is he? A mortal I dream of a man Along with his rage Hoping for a happy death The women come, the women go Speak of Michelangelo The women come, the women go Speak of Michelangelo The women come, the women go The women come, the women go The women come, the women go The women come, the women go Oh, but for now he sees, he knows, oh That the kind of life he chose, oh Would be judged and forgotten forever And now, and now