Gogol Bordello - Nomadic Chronicle lyrics

[Gogol Bordello - Nomadic Chronicle lyrics]

Back when I was young and crazy, as they say
But sure, I worked pretty hard, yeah
Stole some money from my mom
And I hit the road to Leningrad
I get stopped on the next train stop
In the middle of rural Ukraine
This is how it's all begun
And I will tell this story
Of a true rebellion

Hoya hoya hoya moya paranoia
(enough paranoia)

Maybe I'm a man who is propelled
Spinning circles of his doom
Or maybe I'm just paranoid
Placed by the lord in this room
And a bottle will always be my cover
All of your eyebrows, will you please untie
And if there's any room for a Roma
What else is there left to romanticize?

Hoya, hoya, hoya moya paranoia

This is only when I'm drunk
Or do I see things any clearly?
It's just like when one is dyslexic
Whatever, I will stay discivil!

Hoya hoya hoya moya paranoia

No ti dura (you're a dumb broad)

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