Текст песни Лора Бочарова - Моцарту видней

What are you thinking, Maestro,
In the middle of a musical lines?
Known: the genius and evil
Can not walk alone.
Prices careless spring days!
But Mozart know better.

What Hope Maestro?
You applaud annually
But a year do not cry orchestra
A coal ran out today.
Such a life burn in the fire!
But Mozart know better.

Your dinner was meager and Crime,
Long coat, not on the shoulder.
After all, it is not necessary violinist songs -
Free bread violinist!
... And he purrs in a dream,
After Mozart know better.

Fantasy gentle goddess
Where you vomited so?
Sobbing cries Duchess
On the code of your Allegro.
She screams. Run to it.
But Mozart know better.

... His opponents to their liking
Pour poison into his offense.
He gratefully drank poison,
As everyone can see angels.
Oddly shout to him: & quot; Do not drink! & Quot;
But Mozart know better.

Knocking chills the day of reckoning,
Burn dried roses,
Dawn meets with sunset
In the middle of Lacrimosa.
You might be smarter ...
But Mozart know better.
Lame skinny mare,
Black robe cemetery,
Gapes common grave,
Lime is white instead of a coffin.
Curtain fell on it.
A Mozart know better.

... Centuries have passed the duty of flattery.
Look back - where all go?
You flawless in every gesture
A favorite of God, Amadeus!
So in other to be sinful.
And Mozart's funny.