NOMADIC CHRONICLE

Small parcel from the Lord [bad word] baskets sprinkled with nectars 

Back when I was young and crazy
As they say boy sure I pretty hard you
Stole some money from my mom
Hit the road to Leningrad
I get stopped on next train stop
In the middle [bad word] Ukraine
This is how it's all begun
And i will tell this story of a [bad word] rebellion

Hoya hoya hoya
Moya paranoia
Hoya hoya hoya
Moya paranoia 

Maybe I'm a man who is propelling
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 your eyebrows, will you please untie?
If there's any room [bad word] What else is there left for a man to size?

Hoya hoya hoya
Moya paranoia
Hoya hoya hoya
Moya paranoia 

Hoya hoya hoya
Moya paranoia
Hoya hoya hoya
Moya paranoia 

This is only one [bad word] 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 

Nu ti i durak