Bohemian Rhapsody (Acoustique) (исполнитель: 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 [bad word] easy go 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, 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 It's too late, my time [bad word] 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 [bad word] Mama, 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 nothing really matters Look up to the skies and see nothing really matters nothing really matters to me