Por Freddie Mercury, Queen
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, 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, didn’t mean to make you cry. If I’m not back again this time tomorrow. Carry on, carry on, cos it doesn’t really matter.