I always wonder, is this the real life? Is this just fantasy... Is it caught in a landslide, and that there is no escape from reality, but I opened my eyes, looked up to the skies and saw that I'm just a poor boy, and that I need no sympathy, that's maybe because I'm easy come, easy go, I either feel a little high or a little low, but anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, it really doesn't, mama, Ive just killed a man, I put a gun against his head, and then I pulled my trigger now he's dead, mama, my life had just begun, but now I've gone and thrown it all away, mama, oh I did not mean to upset you, if I'm not back again this time tomorrow, carry on, please carry on, as if nothing really matters, but its too late, because my time has come, it sent shivers down my spine, and my body is aching all the time, goodbye everybody, I have got to go, I've got to leave you all behind and face the truth, mama oh I don't want to die, but I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all, but when I look through the window I see a little sillhuetto of a man I cry out; "Scaramousche! Scaramousche! Will you do the fandango!?" Thunderbolt and lightning, is very very frightening to me "Galileo! Galileo Figaro!" I cry once more! Magnifico! It is, but I'm just a poor boy nobody loves me! They repeat; "He's just a poor boy from a poor family! Spare him his life from this monstrosity!" But I'm easy come, easy go, why won't you let me go!? "Bismillah! No! We will not let you go!" They cry! "No! No! No! No! No! No?" Oh mamma mia mamma mia! Mamma mia please let me go! Oh but you have 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, you cannot do this to me baby! Just gotta get out! Just gotta get right out of here! Oh yeah! Nothing really matters, anyone can see, nothing really matters, nothing really matters, to me... Like I said, anyway the wind blows.
