|- 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.
- Im just a poor boy, i need no sympathy.
- Because Im easy come, easy go.
A little high, little low.
- Anyway the wind blows, doesnt really matter to me.
- To me.
Mama, just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger, now hes dead,
Mama, life had just begun,
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Didnt mean to make you cry
If Im not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine
Bodys aching all the time,
Goodbye everybody -Ive got to go-
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama ooo- (any way the wind blows)
I dont want to die,
I sometimes wish id never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man,
nothing really matters to me...
Sim, outra música fenomenal com a presença de Freddie Mercury. Mais uma 5* da minha playlist.
. eu, 1.0