Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?
No escape from reality, open your eyes
Look up to the kies 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
doesn´t really matter to me, to me
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 - (anyway the wind blows)
I sometimes wish I´d never been born at all
I see a little silhouette of a man
Thunderbolt and lightning-
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 monostosity
Bismillah! No - we will not let you 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
No, no, no, no, no, no, no-
Beezlebub has a devil put aside for me
So you think, you can stone me
So you think you can love me
Oh baby - can´t do this to me baby
just gotta get right outta here
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, nothing really matters
Anyone can see, nothing really matters-
nothing really matters to me
Anyway the wind blows ...