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Gogol Bordello - Nomadic Chronicle Lyrics

Small parcel from the Lord
Fruit baskets sprinkled with nectars

Back when I was young and crazy
As they say boy sure I pretty hard you
Stole some money from my mom
Hit the road to Leningrad
I get stopped on 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
Hoya hoya hoya
Moya paranoia

Maybe I'm a man who is propelling
Spinning circles of his doom
Or maybe I'm just a paranoid
Placed by Lord in this room
And a bottle will always be my
Cover all your eyebrows, will you please untie?
If there's any room for rum
What else is there left for a man to size?

Hoya hoya hoya
Moya paranoia
Hoya hoya hoya
Moya paranoia

Hoya hoya hoya
Moya paranoia
Hoya hoya hoya
Moya paranoia

This is only one drug
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
Hoya hoya hoya
Moya paranoia

Nu ti i durak