Текст песни Тикки Шельен - Моцарт

In the dark of night, they all fell asleep
In the house a cold lamp burns.
Little boy in poor clothes
Sobbing dad, he says so:

- Dad, I want to eat,
Give me, dad, at least a piece of bread!
- I won’t give you bread, I won’t give you soup,
Until you play the sonata, pig!
I won’t give you bread, I won’t give you soup
Until you play the sonata, pig!

- Dad, chilled little hands,
Cold fingers to press the keys!
“Shut up and work, damn bastard!”
In the coffin you want to drive your parents!
Shut up and work, lazy bastard!
In the coffin you want to drive your parents!

In the crib, she weeps softly
Sorry brother, baby sister.
And little Wolfgang sonata is coddling,
Which daddy lied about yesterday.
And little Wolfgang sonata is coddling.
Which daddy lied about yesterday.

You grow up - and the musician’s path
To the glory of the immortal you will go all the way.
And what is genius - a drop of talent
And the paternalistic face of the father.