Is this just fantasy
Caught in a landside
No escape from reality
-
Open your eyes
Look up from the skies and see -
I'm just a
poor boy, I need no sympathy -
Because I'm easy come, easy
go,
A little high, a little low,
Anyway the wind blows, doens'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,
Mamma, life had just begun,
But now I've gone and thrown
it all away -
Mama, ooo,
Too late, my time has
come,
Sends shivers down my spine -
Body's aching all the
time,
Goodby everybody-I've got to go -
Gotta leave you all
behind and face the truth -
Mama, ooo -
I don't want to
die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little
silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the
Fandango -
Thunderbold and lightning, very very frightening me
-
Gallileo, Gallileo,
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 met 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
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 spit in my eye -
So you
think you can love me and leave me to die -
Oh Bady - 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 maters to me,
Anyway the wind
blows...
Bohemian Rhapsody de Queen, una de las mejores
canciones de Toda La Historia