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The easy way

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Colloredo:
 
I cannot condemn you, for God has blessed you
You entertain the rabble. It's time that someone helps you
 
Mozart:
 
Music despises no one
I do not need your help
 
Colloredo:
 
You are different than others, I've come to accept that
I'm offering you a new beginning, I'll take you back on
One has to decide what he does and what he lets be
Which mask one wears and where one belongs
One can flee or suffer, only one thing is for sure:
The easy way is always the wrong one
 
Mozart:
 
What God gave me is there for everyone to enjoy
They sing my melodies throughout the whole city
 
Colloredo:
 
You have may stooped low, but your talent is not yet lost
 
Mozart:
 
These people's applause means a lot to me
I don't need a new beginning, I have reached my goal
 
Colloredo:
 
True art has to avoid what entertains the people
What belongs to the masses isn't worth anything anymore
Don't be a fool
 
Mozart:
 
I don't think much of rules
But I'll admit one thing:
 
Colloredo:
 
Understand:
 
Both:
 
The easy way is always the wrong one
 
Colloredo:
 
Think of your father. He would want you to say 'yes'
Think of the music, that will be left unwritten, If you don't say 'yes'
 
Mozart:
 
My answer is 'no'
I don't need your mercy
I am independent, and will be so forever
No
 
Both:
 
One has to decide what he does and what he lets be
 
Colloredo:
 
Which mask one wears
 
Mozart:
 
Which burden one endures
 
Colloredo:
 
And where one belongs
 
Both:
 
One can flee or suffer, only one thing is for sure:
 
Colloredo:
 
The easy way
 
Mozart:
 
The easy way
 
Both:
 
The easy way is always the wrong one
 
Mozart:
 
One has to decide
 
Both:
 
where he belongs
 

How do you get rid of your shadow?

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I abstain from the prince's favour
And from the powdered wigs
The mustiness of dust and frankincense
doesn't
satisfy me anymore
I want to feel the real life
It has thick red lips
It smells like wine
And warms me at night
It whispers, cries, and laughs
Yet the question remains:
 
How do you get rid of your shadow?
How do you tell your destiny 'No'?
How do you crawl out of your own skin?
How can you ever be someone else?
Who do you ask
if you don't even understand yourself?
How can you be free
if you never escape your own shadow?
 
What use is immortality to me?
Before I die, I want to live
The grave odor of the laurel vault
does not numb
me anymore
What's the most beautiful symphony
compared to a soft bosom?
No sound of violins
can ever be as tender
as a hand in your hair
Yet the question remains:
 
How do you get rid of your shadow?
How do you leave everything behind you?
How do you chase away your conscience?
How do you flee from your own self?
How can you run
when you're the one standing in your path?
How can you be free
if you never escape your own shadow?
 
There's a demon standing next to you
In the guise of a boy
You shall serve him alone
He wants what you are
You were born only for him
There's a demon standing behind you
In the guise of a boy
Day and night is he with you
 
Fear that steals my breath away
Lead on my shoulders
Silence that asks me questions
and doesn't give answers to my 'Why?'
Invisible glances
That are suffocating me
The shadow that is following me, I believe,
one day
it is going to kill me
 
How do you get rid of your shadow?
How do you tell your destiny 'No'?
How do you crawl out of your own skin?
How can you ever be someone else?
Who do you ask
if you don't even understand yourself?
How can you be free
if you never escape your own shadow?
 
How do you get rid of your shadow?
How do you leave everything behind you?
How do you chase away your conscience?
How do you flee from your own self?
How can you run
when you're the one standing in your path?
From your destiy
you cannot flee
 
How can I live
as long as I only
serve destiny?
Can I never
Can I never
never, never
flee from my own shadow?
 

As long as the wine

As long as the wine
Warms up their head
Have a great party
Arranged.
If you find some girl
In the square
Try to convince her to join
Try to convince her to join
To join, to join.
 
Let the dance
Be wild:
Have some dance
The minuet,
Some the follia
Some the alemanna,
Have some dance
The minuet,
Have some dance
The alemanna.
 
And meanwhile I,
Somewhere else,
Will be flirting
With this and that one,
Will be flirting,
Will be flirting.
 
Ah, tomorrow morning
You'll have to increase
My list by a dozen.
 
If you find some girl
In the square
Try to convince her to join
 
Ah, tomorrow morning
You'll have to increase
My list by a dozen.
 

I have lost it

I have lost it, poor me!
Ah, where can it be?
I can't find it. I have lost it.
Poor me!
 
And my cousin? And the master, what will he say?
 

To honour visiting brothers

Our brothers dear be welcome
and greeted with a tune.
At table being joysome
tonight will prove a boon.
We meet as brothers singing
at our masonic board.
Freemasons' echoes ringing:
'Our hearts are in accord.'
 
Our fellowship is woven
with strong and loyal thread,
Our virtues, ever proven,
world wide let them be spread.
The outstretched hands - a token
of trust and brotherhood:
No sorrow stay unspoken,
each test of time withstood.
 
So let us raise the glasses
to welcome mirth and wine,
ere our ev'ning passes
and ends in 'Auld Lang Syne'.
Masonic spirit streaming
makes thoughts and hearts sublime --
our life is more than dreaming
about a better time.
 
Virtue should be attending
the journey of our life
and worldly life transcending,
to gild the end of strife.
This greatest good for sages
of self-interest deprived
will grant the noblest stages
to reach in our life.
 

The old woman

In my time, in my time
there were still right and justice.
At that time children grew up quickly, too,
and virtuous girls became brides