Titel: Bohemian Rhapsody
Auteur: ?
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Songtext:

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 easy come, easy go
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 has 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 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
Good-bye 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 born at all

I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightning me
Gallileo Gallileo Gallileo Gallileo
Gallileo FigaroO, Magnificoooooo
I'm just a poor boy, 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! Bismallah!
we will not let you go!
Let me go - we will not let you go
Let me go - we will not let you go
Let me go Aaah
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 meeeeeee

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 my baby
Just gotta-get out, just gotta-get right outta here
Nothing really matters to me, anyone can see
Nothing really matters to me
Any way the wind blows.