Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a land slide, 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, anyway the wind blows Doesn't really matter to me, to me
Mama just killed the 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, oooh, 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 Send 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, ooh, I don't want to die, I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.
I see a little silhouette of a man Scaramouche, scaramouche, will you do the Fandango Thunderbolt and Lightning, very very frightening me
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. Bis-mil-lah ! No. We will not let you go. (Let him go) Bis-mil-lah ! We will not let you go. (Let me go) Bis-mi-lah Will not let you go. (Let me go) Will not let you go. (Let me go) Will not let you go. (Let me go) No, no, no, no, no, no, no, (Oh mamma mia, mamma mia) Mamma mia, let me go. Belzebub 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 Jut 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...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.