On the point of death the patriarch said: 
 "Don't bury me in [bad word] grave, 
 But in an [bad word] family vault". 

 You must build my tomb according to my wishes 
 To prevent that my mortal remains 
 Should return from [bad word]  to spread the disease I had when I lived. 

 Money and success, you were my only reason of life. 
 Candles, tombstones, will be [bad word] in this family vault. 

 Listen to me said the patriarch 
 I can see next to me the reaper 
 My time is almost through, you must promise me to respect my will. 

 The heritage I leave to all you still living 
 Goes beyond all my material wealth 
 You'll discover it and then understand in my burial place. 

 Money and success, you were my only reason of life. 
 Candles, tombstones, will be [bad word] in this family vault. 

 You must build my tomb with your guilty deeds 
 Every brick can bind one of your sins 
 And cement the blood of my cursed youth that [bad word] back. 

 The deeds of all men survive eternal rest 
 And I hope that my building will help 
 People that [bad word] in this evil life, to understand. 
 Money and success, you were my only reason of life. 
 Candles, tombstones, will be [bad word] in this family vault