波西米亚狂想曲歌词
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, ooo -
I don t want to die,
I sometimes wish I d never been born at all -
I see a lit