Wie wird man seinen Schatten los [English translation]

I renounce the prince's grace.

And the powder locks as well.

The frowst1 of dust and the scent of incense

will not suffice for 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.

The question is just:

How do you get rid of your shadow?

How do you say 'no' to your fate?

How do you crawl out of your own skin?

How can you become someone else?

Whom should you ask,

if you cannot understand yourself?

How can you be free,

if you cannot escape your own shadow?

What do I care about immortality!

Before dying, I want to live.

The grave odour of the laurel crypt

does not daze me

anymore.

What is the prettiest symphony

compared to a soft bosom?

No sound of violin

can be so tender

like a hand in the hair.

The question is just:

How do you get rid of your shadow?

How do you leave everything behind you?

How do you chase your conscience away?

How do you escape your own self?

How can you flee,

if you are standing in your own way?

How can you be free,

if you cannot escape your own shadow?

Near you stands a demon,

in the shape of a boy

He's the only one whom you should serve.

He wants to own everything you are.

You were born only for him.

Behind you stands a demon,

in the shape of a boy

Day and night, he is with you.

Fear, which robs me of breath,

Lead on my shoulders,

Silence, which asks me questions

and gives no answers to my 'why'.

Invisible glances,

from which I suffocate.

The shadow that follows me,

I believe that it'll kill me

one day.

How do you get rid of your shadow?

How do you say 'no' to your fate?

How do you crawl out of your own skin?

How can you become someone else?

Whom should you ask,

if you cannot understand yourself?

How can you be free,

if you cannot escape your own shadow?

How do you get rid of your shadow?

How do you leave everything behind you?

How do you chase your conscience away?

How do you escape your own self?

How can you flee,

if you are standing in your own way?

From your fate

you cannot flee!

How can I live

as long as I serve

only fate?

Can I then

Can I then never

Ever

Flee from my own shadow?

1. A warm, stuffy atmosphere.

• Artist:Mozart! (Musical)
• Album:Mozart! Soundtrack