Cecilia — El Testamento song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "El Testamento" by Cecilia.
Lyrics
En este mi testamento
Que escribo con un pie fuera
Que escribo con un pie dentro
De este mundo y lo que venga
Voy a repartir mis bienes
Voy a dividir mi herencia
En seis porciones iguales
Como ahora aqu se enumera
Un Sexto dejo al obispo
Para que ample su iglesia
Ms no s porqu lo hago
Si casi nunca se llena
Otro sexto al matasanos
Para que ample su ciencia
Y as al morir sus pacientes
No le angustie la conciencia
Otro sexto a las solteras
Para perfumes y sedas
Y un altar a San Antonio
En donde quepan ms velas
Otro sexto a la alcalda
Para que en obras lo invierta
Aunque luego el edil haga
Lo que en la gana le venga
Otro sexto a mi patrona
Con quien contraje mil deudas
A ver si as se decide
A tapar estas goteras
Por ltimo el otro sexto
Lo dejo para mi epitafio
En donde pueda leerse
Con buena letra y bien claro
Aqu reposan los huesos
Porque los huesos vivan
De un hombre al que no pudieron
Ni estudiar su anatoma
Aqu reposan los restos
De un poltico altanero
Que no puso la otra mejilla
Pero al que en las dos le dieron
De quien no supo de celos
De quien no tuvo prejuicios
Y as le lleg la muerte
En perfecto y sano juicio
De quien no ba con vino
Su estmago y sus desgracias
Y que en sus ochenta aos
No vivi la democracia
Lyrics translation
In this my will
That I write with one foot out
That I write with one foot inside
From this world and what comes
I'm going to share my goods
I'm going to divide my inheritance
In six equal portions
As now here is listed
A sixth left the bishop
To expand his church
But I don't know why I do it
If it almost never fills up
Another sixth to the matasanos
To expand his science
And ace when his patients die
Don't worry about your conscience.
Another sixth to the unmarried
For perfumes and silks
And an altar to San Antonio
Where more candles will fit
Another sixth to the mayor
To invest it in works
Although then the mayor does
Whatever suits him
Another sixth to my boss
With whom I took a thousand debts
See if you decide
To plug these leaks
For last the other sixth
I leave it for my epitaph
Where it can be read
With good handwriting and very clear
Here rest the bones
For the bones to live
From a man they couldn't
Nor study their anatomy
Here rest the remains
From a high-minded politician
Who did not put the other cheek
But the one they both gave
Who didn't know of jealousy
Of whom he had no prejudices
And as death comes to him
In perfect and sound mind
Who doesn't drink wine
His stomach and his misfortunes
And that in his eighty years
I did not live democracy