Oh, how are you deceiving yourself if you think the years They don’t have to finish, you have to die
Like that seems so welcome is a dream What a short time to rejoice, you have to die It is not medicine, the china is not useful You can’t heal, you have to die
They don’t want to hope for airs for bravado What size to say you have to die Spangle that is good for a word does not find May your courage appease, you have to die
There is no way to untie is knot There is no point in escaping, you have to die It does not change the statute, the shrewdness is not valid ‘ I’m mocking you, you have to die
The young putti and all men They are to be incinerated, we must die The health, the infirm, the good, the helpless Everyone has to finish, we must die
And when you don’t even regret in the breast You come to an end, you have to die If you don’t think you have lost your senses You are dead and you can say: we must die
Passacaglia della vita (Bisogna Morire)
猶記得觀影將結束時我對劇本出色得滿不在乎受眾是否跟上其中黑色幽默的讚賞與喜愛就在聽見第一個樂句那十秒間為這支片尾曲擢升到最高點。
Favolacce（2020）
REGIA:
Damiano D’Innocenzo, Fabio D’Innocenzo
CAST:
Elio Germano (Bruno Placido) Barbara Chichiarelli (Dalila Placido) Gabriel Montesi (Amelio Guerrini)
70th Silver Bear for Best Screenplay
sheet music
Translated by Google:
Passacalli della Vita - Homo fugit velut umbra
They don’t have to finish, you have to die
Like that seems so welcome is a dream
What a short time to rejoice, you have to die
It is not medicine, the china is not useful
You can’t heal, you have to die
What size to say you have to die
Spangle that is good for a word does not find
May your courage appease, you have to die
There is no way to untie is knot
There is no point in escaping, you have to die
It does not change the statute, the shrewdness is not valid
‘ I’m mocking you, you have to die
Everyone is ashamed, we must die
It is pure madness or a great frenzy
To tell oneself a lie, one must die
We die singing, we die playing
The zamponga zamponga, you have to die
We die dancing, drinking, eating
We have to die with that carrion
They are to be incinerated, we must die
The health, the infirm, the good, the helpless
Everyone has to finish, we must die
And when you don’t even regret in the breast
You come to an end, you have to die
If you don’t think you have lost your senses
You are dead and you can say: we must die