paroles de chanson Bohemian Rhapsody (Acoustique) - Florent Mothe

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
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,
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 ooo,
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,
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 oooh (any way the wind blows)
I don't want to die,
I sometimes wish I′d never been born at all
Carry on carry on as if nothing really matters
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
Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters-, nothing really matters to me,