studied it in my youth. Where? Here in Vienna. Then, you must know this. I can't say that I do. What is it? It was a very popular tune in its day. I wrote it. Here, how about this? This one brought down the house. I regret it is not too familiar. Can you recall no melody of mine? I was the most famous composer in Europe. I wrote forty operas alone. Here! What about this one? Yes, I know that! That's charming! I'm sorry, I didn't know you wrote that. I didn't. That was Mozart. Wolfgang... ...Amadeus Mozart. The man you accuse yourself of killing. You've heard that? Is it true? For God's sake, my son... ...if you have something to confess... ...do it now. Give yourself some peace. He... ...was my idol. Mozart. I can 't think of a time when I didn 't know his name. I was playing childish games... ... when he was playing music for kings and emperors. Even the Pope in Rome. I admit, I was jealous... ... when I heard the tales they told about him. Not of the brilliant little prodigy... ... but of his father, who had taught him everything. My father, he did not care for music. When I told him... ...how I wished I could be like Mozart... ... he would say, "Why? Do you want to be a trained monkey? You'd like me to drag you around Europe, doing tricks like a circus freak?" How could I tell him... ...what music meant to me? While my father prayed earnestly to God... ... to protect commerce... ... I would offer up... ... secretly... ... the proudest prayer a boy could think of. "Lord... ... make me a great composer. Let me celebrate your glory through music... ... and be celebrated myself. Make me famous through the world, dear God. Make me immortal. After I die... ... let people speak my name with a love for what I wrote. In return... ...I will give you my chastity... ...my industry... ...my deepest humility, every hour of my life. Amen. " And do you know what happened? A miracle! My life changed forever. Of course I knew God had arranged it all. That was obvious. One minute I was a frustrated boy... ...in an obscure little town... ...the next I was here... ...in Vienna, city of musicians... ... and Emperor Joseph, the musical king. In a few years, I was his court composer. Isn 't that incredible? Every night I sat right next to the Emperor of Austria... ... playing duets with him... ... correcting the royal sight-reading. Actually, the man had no ear at all. But what did it matter? He adored my music. Everybody liked me. I liked myself. Until he came. He came to Vienna to play some of his music... ...at the residence of his employer, the Prince Archbishop of Salzburg. Eagerly, I went there to seek him out. That night... ... changed my life. As I wandered through the salon... ... I played a little game with myself. This man had written his first concerto at the age of 4... ... his first symphony at 7... ... a full-scale opera at 12! Did it show? Is talent like that... ... written on the face? Which one of them... ... could he be? Mozart is not here. - Stop it! - I am. I am stopping it. I'm stopping it. Slowly. There. You see? I've stopped. - Now we're going back. - No! You don't know where you are. Here, everything goes backwards. People walk and dance and sing backwards... ...and even talk backwards. That's stupid. Why, people fart backwards. Say I'm sick! Say I'm sick! Yes, you are. You are very sick. Say it backwards, shit-wit! Saa-I'm-sick... . Sick... kiss. I'm... my saa. Kiss my ass. Eem-iram! Eem-iram! - I'm not playing this game! - Say it, it's serious. It's ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Сказка о потерянном времени на английском - текст Сириана на английском - текст 12 на английском - текст Космические пришельцы на английском - текст Как ни крути – проиграешь на английском |