Mi vida es un erial,
flor que toco se deshoja,
que en mi camino fatal
alguien va sembrando el mal
para que yo lo recoja.
jueves, 4 de octubre de 2007
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Las ingeniosas Hidalgas.
BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY
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 meMama, 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 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, Scaramouche, scaramouche will you do the fandango- Thunderbolt and lightning- very very frightening me- Galileo, galileo, Galileo galileo Galileo figaro- magnifico- But I’m just a poor boy and 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 goBismillah! 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- 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, Any way the wind blows....
