Nomadic Chronicle Gogol Bordello

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
(Hoya hoya hoya) Moya paranoia

Maybe I'm a man who is propelled
Spinning circles of his doom
Or maybe I'm just paranoid
Placed by 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
(Hoya hoya hoya) Moya paranoia
(Hoya hoya hoya) Moya paranoia
(Hoya hoya hoya) Moya paranoia