פרשנות לשיר: Bohemian Rhapsody - 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 I'm easy come, easy go, little high, little low, Any way 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 ooooh, 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 ooooh (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 Thunderbolt and lightning, very very frightening me Galileo, Figaro - Magnifico I'm just a poor boy, no-body loves me. He's just a poor boy from a poor fami-ly. Spare him his life from this monstrosity. Easy come, easy go, will you let me go? Bismillah! No, we will not let you go. Bismillah! We will not let you go. Bismillah! We will not let you go. Will not let you go. Will not let you go. Ahhhhhhhhh 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

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