Bohemian Rhapsody歌词

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,
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 aching all the time.
Goodbye, everybody,
I've got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind
and face the truth.

Mama, ooh (anyway the wind blows),
No I don't wanna die,
I sometimes wish
I'd never been born at all.
Carry on, carry on,

as if nothing really matters.

Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters,
Nothing really matters to me.