Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nomadic Chronicle, artist - Gogol Bordello. Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Song language: English
Nomadic Chronicle |
| 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.) |