Queen, Bohemian Rhapsody.

Is this the real life, is this just fantasy
Caught in a landside?-
No escape from reality.
Open your eyes,
Look up to the skies and see-
I’m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I’m easy come, easy go,
A little high, little low,
Anyway the wind blows, doesn’t really matter to me,
to me.

Mama, just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger, now he’s dead,
Mama, life had just begun,
But now I’ve gone and thrown it all away…
Mama, o-o-o,
Didn’t mean to make you cry-
If I’m not back again this time tomorrow…
Carry on…carry on as if nothing really matters.

Too late, my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine,
Body’s aching all the time,
Goodbye everybody- I’ve got to go-
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.
Mama, o-o-o,
I don’t want to die,
But sometimes wish I’d never been born at all…

I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouch, Scaramouch will you do the Fandango-
Thunderbolt and lightning- very-very frightening me.
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo figaro-Magnifico-
But I’m just a poor boy and nobody loves me.
He’s just a poor boy from a poor family,
Spare him his life from this monstrosity.
Easy come, easy go-, will you let me go?
Bismillah! No-,we will not let you go-let him go
Bismillah! we will not let you go-let him go
Bismillah! we will not let you go-let him go
We will not let you go-let me go
We will not let you go-let me go
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!!!
Oh, mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go!
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me!

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye,
So you think you can love me and leave me to die,
Oh! Baby-can’t do this to me baby!
Just gotta get out, just gotta get outta here!
Nothing really matters, anyone can see
Nothing really matters,
Nothing really matters to me…

Anyway the wind blows…