Bohemian rhapsody
Florent mothe
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 me
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 me
Mama, I just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life has 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 (anyway the wind blows)
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters
Nothing really matters,nothing I can see, nothing really matters, nothing really matters to me
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- Je Ne Sais Pas
- Open Space Circus (Tais-toi Et Chante)
- Quelle Drôle de Fille
- rocking chair
- Tant de Lendemains
- Qu'est-ce Qu'un Homme?
- Si Je Te Promets
- Sur Mon Nuage
- Alléluia (C'est La Crise)
- Arrête
- Bye Bye
- Danser Sous La Pluie
- J'attends Encore
- Je Roule Des Pouces
- L'Hymne à l'Amour
- Le Monde
- Les blessures qui ne se voient pas
- Les Oiseaux Nous Observent