JACK- Luciano Gonçalves, engenheiro químico, amante de basquetebol, vocalista da banda O FIO, Projeto Alcatéia, escritor, pai da Lana...aqui narra sua vida enlouquecida ou não. "Nenhuma Guerra pode ser santa"- Renato manfredini Jr.

Sunday, October 04, 2009

Bohemian Rapsody

Uma das prediletas da Lana...


Bohemian Rapsody
Queen



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 it easy come, easy go, little high, little low
Any way the wind blows, doesn't realy 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 Uuuu 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
Sent shivers down my spine, body's achin' all the time,
Goodbye everybody, I've got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama Uuuu
I don't want to die, I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.

I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scarmouch Scarmouch will you do the fandango?
Thunder bolts and lightening very very frightening me

Galileo Galileo Galileo Galileo
figaro Mangnifico
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
will not let you golet me go oh oh oh oh oh
no no no no no no no Oh mamamia mamamia mamamia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me for me for me
So you think you can stomp 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 out of here.

Nothing really matters, anyone can see
nothing raelly matters, nothing really matters to me
Any way the wind blows

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