Bohemian Rhapsody by Freddie Mercury, 1974
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Is this the real life - is this just fantasy - Cought in a landslide - 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, oooh, 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 oooh - I don't want to die, I sometimes wish I'd never been bron at all.
I see a little shilouetto of a man,
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the Fandango -
Thunderbolt and lightning - very, very frightening me -
Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, Galileo figaro - Manifico -
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 net 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
Will not let you go - let me go
Will not let you go - let me go
No, no, no, no, no, no, no -
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 split 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 right outta here.
Nothing really matters, anyone can see, Nothing really matters, nothing really matters to me, Anyway the wind blows.
Jime,
7 de noviembre de 2002, 23:50:02 ART
