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) 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

This is only when drunk
Or do I see things any clearly?
It's just like when one is dyslexic
Whatever, I will stay discivil

(Hoya hoya hoya) Moya paranoia
(Hoya hoya hoya) Moya paranoia
(Hoya hoya hoya) Moya paranoia
(Hoya hoya hoya) Moya paranoia

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