Текст песни Warmen - Confessions

Текст:

Lyrics by: 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

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