Artist: Queen

Album : A Night At The Opera (c)1975

Is this the real life -

Is this just fantasy -

Caught 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, ooo,

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, 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,

Scaramouche, scaramouche will you do the Fandango -

Thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me -

Galileo, Galileo,

Galileo, Galileo

Galileo 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 me 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 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

Any way the wind blows...