Canción para hoy: Bohemian Rhapsody-Queen

Como este post está escrito el domingo todavía no se sabe, claro está, quiénes son los ganadores de los Óscars. Espero que el Oscar al mejor actor se lo hayan dado a Rami Malek por su interpretación en que está siendo la película de la temporada: Bohemian Rhapsody. 

De verdad que clavó a Freddy Mercury y daba la sensación que era él de verdad. Por este motivo, la canción para este lunes es, precisamente, Bohemian Rapsody. Está considerada como la mejor canción de la historia y motivos no le faltan, por supuesto. Es una canción extraña y eso es lo que le hace grande: que no se sabe ni lo que es en en realidad. Está compuesta por 6 partes diferentes y no tiene estribillo. Espero que os guste y bueno, si no vistéis la película, os la recomiendo. Espero tener que actualizar este post para decir que ganó Rami Malek. Feliz Semana. 

Actualización del lunes: ¡¡¡Rami Malek ganó el Oscar!!!

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, 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
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, ooh (anyway 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
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning very very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo
Gallileo, Gallileo
Gallileo Figaro, magnifico
I'm just a poor boy and 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 (never)
Never, never, never, never, never let me go
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
For me
For me
So you think you can stop 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
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters nothing really matters to me
Anyway the wind blows