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
Hoya 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
Hoya 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
Hoya paranoia

No ti dura
(You're a dumb broad)