[Вступление]:/*[А капелла]*/
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a land-slide; no escape from re--ality.
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 wind blows,
doesn't really matter to me...to me.
[Куплет]:/*[Баллада]*/
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-ooh, 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.
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[Куплет]:
Too late; my time has come,
Sent shivers down my spine, body's achin' all the time.
Goodbye everybody; I've got to go.
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.
Mama, oo-ooh, I don't want to die.
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.
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/*[Опера]*/
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?
Thunderbolts and lightening; very-very frightening me.
[N.C.]
Galileo, (Galileo), Galileo, (Galileo Figaro).
[N.C.]
Mangnifico-oh-oh-oh....
I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me.
(He's just a poor boy, from a poor fa-mi-ly,
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-oh-oh-oh...
No! No! No! No! No! No! No!
[N.C.]
Oh mama-mia, mama-mia, mama-mia let me go!
Beelzebub, has a Devil put aside for me, for me, for me...
[Проигрыш]:/*[Хард-рок]*/ | | |
[Куплет]:
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.
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[Куплет]:
Nothing really matters, anyone can see.
Nothing really matters, nothing really matters, to me.
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Any way the wind blows...