Glanzpunkte

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, 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, oh, oh, oh, oh
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
Bodys aching all the time
Goodbye everybody
I’ve got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, oh, oh, oh, oh
(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
Thunderbolts 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 go
Bismillah
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.

Oh 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.

Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah

Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters, to me.

Any way the wind blows.