Paroles de Nomadic chronicle

Gogol Bordello

pochette album Nomadic chronicle
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Date de parution : 05/03/2002

Durée : 0:04:22

Style : Alternative



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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
Hoya 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
Hoya 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
Hoya paranoia.

No ti dura.
(you're a dumb broad.)

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