Idioma Origen:
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,
Any way 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,
Mamma, 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, ooo (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, scaramouch will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning, very very frightening 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 met 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 me go
Will not let you go - let me go
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
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...
Idioma Destino:
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,
Any way 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,
Mamma, 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, ooo (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, scaramouch will you do the Fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning, very very frightening 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 met 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 me go
Will not let you go - let me go
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
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...