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 had 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 oooh (any way the wind blows) I don´t want to die, I sometimes wish I´d never been born at all Carry on carry on as if nothing really matters
Nothing really matters, Anyone can see, Nothing really matters-,nothing really matters to me
Cette chanson est une reprise. Sa version originale a été créée par Queen