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

He 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...