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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Avi Kaplan
Avi Kaplan
Bass
Kevin Olusola
Kevin Olusola
Beatbox
Kirstin Maldonado
Kirstin Maldonado
Altistin
Mitch Grassi
Mitch Grassi
Tenor
Scott Hoying
Scott Hoying
Bariton
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Freddie Mercury
Freddie Mercury
Songwriter:in
Ben Bram
Ben Bram
Arrangeur:in
Pentatonix
Pentatonix
Arrangeur:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Ben Bram
Ben Bram
Produzent:in
Ed Boyer
Ed Boyer
Mischtechniker:in
Pentatonix
Pentatonix
Produzent:in

Lyrics

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
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, ooh (Anyway the wind blows)
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on
As if nothing really matter
Too late, my time has come
Send 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, ooh (Anyway the wind blows)
I don't wanna 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?
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me
Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, Galileo
Galileo, Figaro, magnifico
I'm just a poor boy, 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 him go)
Will not let you go (Let him go)
(Never) 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 me
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye? (Yeah)
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 out of here
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh, oh, oh, ooh
Nothing really matters, anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me
Any way the wind blows
Written by: Freddie Mercury
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