Letter to Mother Gogol Bordello

(I'm never doing another tango song in my fucking life)

The noise in this joint is unearthly
And soon I awkwardly say
"Look, there it is, my whole life in the ashtray
I can't go back to her that way"

'Cause in blue darkness of a night
She keeps imagining one thing
Someone stuck his Finnish knife
Under my heart

I know that even though she doesn't show it
She grieves sorely for her son
And often walks out to the road
In her old-fashioned coat

And in blue darkness of a night
She keeps imagining one thing
How someone stuck his Finnish knife
Under my heart
Under my heart

In blue darkness of a night
She keeps imagining one thing
Someone stuck his Finnish knife
Under my heart