Nomadic Chronicle Gogol Bordello
[C]Back when I was young and c[G]razy, as they say,
[Am]But sure, I w[F]orked pretty hard, yeah.
[C]Stole some money from my m[G]om, and I h[Am]it the road to Le[F]ningrad.
[C]I get stopped on the next trai[G]n stop, in t[Am]he middle of rura[F]l Ukraine.
[C]This is how it's all b[G]egun,
[Am]And I will tell this story o[F]f a true rebellion.
[C]Hoya ho[G]ya h[Am]oya
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
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
No ti dura.
(you're a dumb broad.)
Gogol Bordello. Unintelligible lyrics are unintelligible.