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

               I see a little silouhetto of a man
               Scaramouch, scaramoush will you do the fandango
               Thunderbolt 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 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
               Will not let you go - let me go
               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 meeeeeee

               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..