Текст песни Лора Бочарова - Моцарту видней

What are you thinking, Maestro,
In the middle of the music line?
Known: genius and villainy
Can't walk alone.
Appreciate spring carefree days!
But Mozart is more visible.

What does the maestro hope for?
They applaud you annually
But the year is not paid by the orchestra,
And coal is over today.
Such a life burn on fire!
But Mozart is more visible.

Your dinner was poor and fair,
The coat is no longer on the shoulder.
After all, the violinist does not need songs -
Serve the bread to the violinist!
... And he purrs in his sleep,
After all, Mozart knows best.

Fantasy tender goddess
Where did you ejaculate like that?
Nowadays the duchess is sobbing
On the code of your allegro.
She's screaming. Run to her.
But Mozart is more visible.

... his rivals are liking
To pour poison in his insult.
He gratefully drinks poison,
Because angels see everything.
No matter how you shout to him: & quot; Do not drink! & Quot;
But Mozart is more visible.

Chills the hour of reckoning
Dried roses are burning,
Dawn meets sunset
In the middle of Lacrimose.
You might be smarter ...
But Mozart is more visible.

Limps skinny mare,
Black cemetery robe,
Gaping common grave
Lime is white instead of a coffin.
Drop the curtain over it.
And Mozart knows best.

... centuries have passed flattery on duty.
I look back - where did everything go?
You are perfect in every gesture
A favorite of God, Amadeus!
So different to be sinful.
And Mozart is funny.