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Confession - text



If you have something to confess,
Do it now, give yourself some peace

Of course i knew god had arranged it all
That was obvious one, one, minute i was here,
Frustrated boy, in an obscure little town
The next i was here

But what did it matter?
He adored my music
Everybody like me,
I like myself
Until he came

My music, it started without me!

What was god up to?
My heart was filling up
With such hatred for that little man
For the first time in my life
I began to know really violent thoughts

All i ever wanted
Was to sing to god
He gave me that longing
Then made me mute!

Tell me that

If he didn't want me
To appraise him with music
Why implant the desire?
Like a lust in my body
And then deny me the talent!

Naturally, the italians! of course!
Always the italians!

They are musical idiots!
And you want them,
To judge my music?

Because you choose for your instrument
A boastful, lustful, smutty, infantile boy
And give me for the reward only the ability
To recognise the incarnation

Because you are unjust!
Unfair, unkind!
I will block you
I swear it!

Maestro salieri
At last!
Such an immense joy. diletto straordinario!

Grazie signore

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