The Braids - Bohemian Rhapsody | Текст песни

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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
Little high, little low
Any way the win 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
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, ev'rybody
I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama,
I don't wanna die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scar-a-mouche, Scar-a-mouche,
Will you do the Fan-dan-go.
Thunderbolt and lightning,
very, very frightening me.
(Galileo) Galileo
(Galileo) Galileo
Galileo figaro Magnifico
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 hime go!)
Bismillah! We will not let you go
(Let me go!)
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.
Bielzebub 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.
Anyway the wind blows.

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