Testo di 'Bohemian Rhapsody' di Jake Shimabukuro

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, oh
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, oh
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

I see a little silhouette of a man
Scaramouch, Scaramouch
Will you do the fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me

Galileo, Galileo
Galileo, Galileo
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 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, never
Never let you go, let me go

Never let me go, oh
No, no, no, no, no, no, no

Oh mama mia, mama mia
Mama mia, let me go
Beelzebub 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
Just 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