Per la bona gent [English translation]

I have three doors in my house

Open as far as they will go

The one that's open for you

The other for the good men

The one that's open for you

The other for the good men

Here I am, in full control of my instincts, flaunting

alibis which a couple of friends will corroborate to you.

I've been protecting our laws since I was young; satisfied

that on no weapon will you find my fingerprints...

And it's certain that I didn't do it, I wouldn't be capable

And it's certain that that night I wasn't in the city

but refine your questions, refine your questions

for I still haven't said if I'm a good man, you still don't know if I'm a good man

I still haven't said that I've been inspired, that a great conviction moves me,

you still don't know if my presence in this world makes it a little better.

I have three doors in my house

Open as far as they will go

The one that's open for you

The other for the good men

I know the argot of the community, you will find me

inside of a respectable house, enjoying being loved

I squeeze hands, change my tone, and frown when I see

behaviours that have seemed to me, above all, inadequate.

And it's certain that I didn't do it, I wouldn't be capable

the proof is in the security cameras

and refine your questions, refine your questions,

for I still haven't said if I'm a good man, you still don't know if I'm a good man

you still don't know if I calculate my actions looking for retribution.

I still haven't said if I'm a good man, you still don't know if I'm a good man

You still don't know if I give my strength, if I direct my actions

to a banal subsistence or if I'm chasing something better.

Look at the innocent evildoer!

He comes so satisfied and with the hat

Making a grand gesture, he greeted

a girl and a soldier.

Look at the innocent evildoer!

He moves his ass, he smiles at everyone,

whip of bad feelings,

scourge of degenerates,

guarantor of the Truth.

And who must he be?

Where is he going? Where has he come from?

What does he want? What does he have?

And what demons contacted him

to provoke these levels of hilarity?

I still don't know if I'm a good man. I still haven't said if I'm a good man.

You still don't know if I'm dominated by sloth, if I'm broken by fear.

I still haven't said if I have a pure soul or if low passions conquer me.

You still don't know how many minutes I need you to praise this song for.

I still haven't said if other people's happiness only brings me joy

or if it makes a venom, a poison, a subtle form of pain drip within me.

I have three doors in my house

Open as far as they will go

The one that's open for you

The other for the good men

The third for death,

who will end my days.