Questa storia, ha un'unica morale Vse v raspizdu-to maniacale, I paranormale O solnce santa marinelli, izlizannoi toboyu Ya poluchal ne raz, tai-da-
Sally was a fifteen year old girl from Nebraska Gypsies were passing through her little town They dropped something on the road , she picked it up..
Sitting in the russian bath house on the avenue b No matter how much we sweat we just can't agree Ai razminku yorshikom provodim my Nobody learns no
punk Immigrant, immigrant, immigrant punk Immigrant, immigrant, immigrant punk Immigrant, immigrant, immigrant punk Punk! punk! punk! punk! I punk!
[Russian:] -I've managed to get the letter, Nikolay Ivanovich -And if it is forbidden again? -Absolutely forbidden! Belinsky* to Gogol! ah, Nikolay Ivanovich
Start wearing purple wearing purple start wearing purple, for me now all your sanity and wits, they will all vanish I promise, it's just a matter of
I came to new york to start gypsy punk revolt Now that it's rockin' so why don't I just go home? Hei chavorale... think locally! Palo mande... fuck globally
Sometimes when facing common trouble When whole town is screwed We become actually human Act like prometheus would Suddenly there is more humor And a
all know: That be it punk, hip-hop, be it a reggae sound It is all connected through The gypsy part of town.. Let's go! It's the underdog world strike
By the desperate 'n' confused Emotion of the youth I was brought to crisis land Where after getting checked for fleas And barricades of embassies I was
60 revolutions per minute This is my regular speed So how do you want me to live with it? How do you want me to live with it? Without ringing all alarms
10:45 on the broadway canal In a disco-radical-transglobal.. Comanja cooking up the original mixtura S ulitzy do ulitzy the brilliant bassura Mama---diaspora!!! Papa v gogol bordello
When I was younger I lived in fear That incarceration of some kind is near I checked my head in tact with rules I nearly became a goddamn fool But I'
Their longer lives are spent Without a love or faithful friend All those things they have to rent But we who see our destiny In sound of this same old punk