Оригинальный текст песни 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, 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...

Emphasis The game is over, time has taught life Open your eyes and embrace our so-called paradise All the notions and thoughts Devise a way to make it yours The enigma of a reason How can life be what you want it to be Find the emphasis in your own reality Deviate from the search with episodic glimpses Of a spectrum no one can see or feel, nor declare Slowly become aware life knows its prophecies Find the emphasis in your own reality In all life you see A sudden shifting...