Is this the real life?nIs this just fantasy?nCaught in a landslidenNo escape from realitynOpen your eyesnLook up to the skies and seennI'm just a poor boynI need no sympathynBecause I'm easy come, easy gonLittle high, little lownAny way the wind blows nDoesn't really matter to menTo mennMama, just killed a mannPut a gun against his headnPulled my trigger now he's deadnMama, life had just begunnBut now I've gone and thrown it all awaynnMama nDidn't mean to make you crynIf I'm not back again this time tomorrownCarry on, carry onnAs if nothing really mattersnnToo late, my time has comenSends shivers down my spinenBody's aching all the timenGoodbye, everybodynI've got to gonGot to leave you all behind and face the truthnMamanI don't want to dienI sometimes wish I'd never been born at allnnI see a little silhouetto of a mannScaramouche, ScaramouchenWill you do the Fandango?nThunderbolt and lightningnVery, very frightening men(Galileo) Galileon(Galileo) GalileonGalileo, figaro nMagnificonI'm just a poor boy and nobody loves men(He's just a poor boy from a poor familynSpare him his life from this monstrosity)nEasy come, easy go, will you let me gonBismillah! nNo, we will not let you gon(Let him go!)nBismillah! nWe will not let you gon(Let hime go!)nBismillah! nWe will not let you gon(Let me go!)nWill not let you gon(Let me go!)nNo, no, no, no, no, no, nonOh, mama mia, mama mianMama mia, let me gonBeelzebub has a devil put aside for menFor menFor mennSo you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?nSo you think you can love me and leave me to die?nOh, babynCan't do this to me, babynJust got to get outnJust got to get right out of herennNothing really mattersnAnyone can seenNothing really mattersnNothing really matters to menAny way the wind blows