BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY

	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, little low.
	Anyway the wind blows, doesn´t really matter 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...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, I don´t wanna die, 
	I sometimes wish I´d never been born at all.
	I see a little silhouetto of a man.
	Scaramouch...will you do the Fandango?
	Thunderbolt and lighting, very, very, frightening me.
	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 mostrousity.
	Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
	Bishmillah. No!!!, we will not let you go, let him go...!
	...Let me go... No...!!!...
	...Oh! Mama mía...
	...Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me...
	...So you think you can stone and spit in my eye...?
	...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, any one can see.
	Nothing really matters...to me.
	Any way the winds blows...