BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY / QUEEN / NIVEL 3

Is this the real life

Is this just fantasy

Caught in a landside

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, a 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, oo...

Is it mean to make you cry

If I’m not back again this time or tomorrow

Carry on, carry on

Nothing really matter

It’s too late, my time is 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, oo...

Anyway the wind blows

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, Baby, Can’t do this to me baby

Just gotta get out,  just gotta get right outta of here

Nothing really matters

Anyone can see

Nothing really matters, nothing really maters to me...