作曲 : Janne Warman

Kochon 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! Why? 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