3 de agosto de 2011

Por ellos.

Is this the real life -
Is this just fantasy -
Caught in a landside -
No escape from reality -
Open your eyes
Look up from the skies and see -
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy -
Because I'm easy come, easy go,
A little high, a little low,
Anyway the wind blows, doens'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,
Mamma, life had just begun,
But now I've gone and thrown it all away -
Mama, ooo,

Too late, my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine -
Body's aching all the time,
Goodby everybody-I've got to go -
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth -
Mama, ooo -
I don't want to die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all -

I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the Fandango -
Thunderbold and lightning, very very frightening me -
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo 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 met 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 him go -
           Will not let you go - let me go
           Will not let you go - let me go
No, no, no, no, no, no, no -
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 Bady - 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 maters to me,

Anyway the wind blows...

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