[00:00.53]Kochon If you have something to confess,
[00:03.53]Do it now, give yourself some peace
[00:20.53]Of course I knew god had arranged it all.
[00:23.53]That was obvious one, one, minute ,I was here,
[00:26.53]Frustrated boy, in an obscure little town
[00:29.53]The next I was here ,But what did it matter?
[00:33.53]He adored my music ,Everybody like me,
[00:38.53]I like myself ,Until He came ,My music, it started without me!
[00:48.13]What was god up to? My heart was filling up
[00:53.53]With such hatred for that little man. For the first time in my life
[01:00.53]I began to know really violent thoughts ,All i ever wanted
[01:08.53]Was to sing to god ,He gave me that longing
[01:14.53]Then made me mute! Why? Tell me that
[01:21.53]If he didn't want me ,To appraise ,Him with music
[01:25.53]Why implant the desire? Like a lust in my body
[01:32.53]And then deny me the talent! Naturally, the
[01:39.53]Italians! Of course! Always the ,Italians!
[01:41.53]They are musical idiots! And you want them,
[01:47.13]To judge my music? Because you choose for your instrument
[01:57.53]A boastful, lustful, smutty, infantile boy
[02:02.53]And give me for the reward only the ability
[02:06.53]To recognise the incarnation. Because you are unjust!
[02:11.53]Unfair, unkind! I will block you !I swear it!
[02:22.53]Maestro Salieri At last! Such an immense joy.
[02:28.53]Diletto straordinario! Grazie Signore