Back when I was young and crazy, as they say But sure, I worked pretty hard, yeah Stole some money from my mom, 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
Maybe I'm a man who is propelled 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 of your eyebrows, will you please untie And if there's any room for a Roma What else is there left to romanticize?
Is this 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!
Hojaaa, hojaaa, hojaaa Moja paranoja Hojaaa, hojaaa, hojaaa Moja paranoja Hojaaa, hojaaa, hojaaa Moja paranoja Hojaaa, hojaaa, hojaaaaa...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
