I saw an ancient print showin' a sombre
menacing warning in a rot allegory.
There was a carcass in high uniform
who laid obscenely in an uncovered sarcophagus

where's the glory, where's the bright future
of this man born by rarest and brilliant
conjunction of the stars?
now that future so radiant
is all behind his shoulders and just decay
and worms is all that remains

Everybody - afterwards
recited the saying meanin' that everyone knows
everybody - afterwards
it just the same
have been leaders of lonely drunks

Laying on a deep bed already dead
with on the face the seal
of the final, dreadful truth
which marries the man goes out of this world
and equals handsome to whoever live deformed
and the ignorant to conceited
in the quiet kingdom of death
then first dissolution which deforms appear
and it seems like still to die
later the ground seizes us
and penetrating, crumbling us into dust.

Everybody - afterwards
turns, evolves and dispels
in the wind for us will blow,
but the bed on the people dies
grants for a handful of hours
the only real rest after life.

In that time no life goes out from the
deep of a person turned into a thing,
that matter yet starts the shameless lose of pride
collapsin' it renounces
to the effort to remains united.

Nature! you damn puppeteer
that's how you gather up the threads
in time to make us appear or disappear,
you turn round the threads which make
human being move their hands
and twist their mouth and eyes so unerring
when time has come.

puppet whose turns disappear
forever from the scene will be
long this ridiculous farce to end?
I feel I'm acting as figurehead
without words to say,
really I have nothing to say.

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