Is this the real life is this just fantasy
caught in a landside
(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, woo 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, woo
(Any way the wind blows)
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish
I'd never been born at all

I see a little silhouetto of a man
(Scaramouch, acaramouch will you do the Fandango)
Thunderbolt and lightning very very
frightenning me
Gallileo (Gallileo)
Gallileo (Gallileo)
Gallileo 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 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 me
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・・・)