Performance: Mozart. The rock Opera (Mozart, l'opéra rock)

All the novels I burned,
Forgetting your princes of your dreams.
And went away all sadness and pain
Love, that was bitter.
I swore to keep
Not the love will be.
But if suddenly in his eyes, he'll find me
Anything else will not save.
If you surrender, I fall I in the network.
He is stronger than me,
And destroy me these claws.
If I give up, the pain will pierce your whole body.
It's time to run away before
I will win
The passion of love.

Funny how the court fools,
Kissing the feet that in silks.
I laugh at their fate
So pathetic.
How are you? Void these stars
In human society is rotten,
And I so much on the earth to lower
Great.
No, not among you human gods
The fate of the judging.
Out of the way!
I'm the king of my dreams,
Mister freedom.
Well, well, have mercy
Over the rebellious fool!
How are you? Holy fools
That violate our dreams.
Sit on your I clay throne
As in the chair.
No, not among you human gods
The fate of the judging.

Yes, cruel life, but not for all.
Yes, cruel life for the weakest of all.
Yes, life is cruel, and therefore funny
Noble all power all
All of them funny.

Again kneel,
We publicly condemn, with a noose around his neck.
Our spirit is exhausted spell.
They bribed us with privileges
On behalf of the predators.
We were promised carefree days.
Poor fools.
They allowed us to live in obedience,
No sweet passion, no poetry.
Measured boredom of endless nights
Made from our fun puppets.

Vous vous prenez monsieur
pour un félin sauvage
Mais vous n avez du lion
que le soyeux pelage
Et vos crocs acérés de jeune prédateur
Nous inspirent le rire plutôt que la frayeur
You, sir,
Wild cat
But you have the lion
Only silky coat,
And your sharp fangs of a young predator
We laugh more than scare.

Bois bien plus ce que tu ne dois
C'est bon pour tout ce que tu as
Drink more than you should,
It is better for you.

No, you're not to blame.
You judge me by his honor
And your values that I despise.