Translator: Leonardo Silva Reviewer: Mile Živković
(Music, Queen’s 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
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, ooh, ooh, ooh...
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...
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh... Anyway the wind blows...
I don't want to die
But 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, 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 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!
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Oh mamma mia, mamma mia
Mamma mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside 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
To me...
Anyway the wind blows ♪
(Applause) (Cheers)