Gogol Bordello Album

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...
And cultural revolution right away begun!
Yes right away begun!
They always were afraid that I was schizophrenic...
They always were afraid schto ja rodinu prodam
a po pravde ja bil prosto malenkij medvedik
spizdil vsjo u vseh i vsjo nahuj proebal...
From all the tables of contents that Mother Earth provides
I'd like to be a big fat fucking fly
The one that spins around your head all day and all night
and sound of it is just like a what?...
...but by the accident of some kind divine dispensation
I ended up being walking U*nited Nation
And I survive even fucking radiation
A big fat fucking what?
And I would visit you a lot

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 sculpted to be overworked and silent
But since the early age
I broke out of the cage
And learned how to make marching drums
From a fish can
Lyrics
And I knew I'll run away
And so without further delay
I said "Two tears in a bucket
Motherfuck it!"
And it seems like I ran and ran
Through the garbage and quicksand
And after getting checked for fleas
and barricades of embassies
I would never never never never
wanna be young again!...
But sudden wind it stole my hat
And I went on chasing it
Before I was just another burned out carnie
Every freak on every day
Lives a life one certain way
And that way is ain't no nothin' but a birthright~
But since the early age
I broke out of the cage...
And it seems like I ran and ran
through the garbage and quicksand
and after getting checked for fleas
and barricades of embassies
I would never never never never
wanna be young again...

I am so glad you stuck true to your obsessions
and filed rest of questions under "false"
I am so glad you never took their offers
I am so glad you never returned their calls

[Ukrainian]

Drop the charges!
[Ukrainian]
The fire and the power, yuh?!

[Ukrainian]

(In the old time it was not a crime, drop the charges,
Don't you realise the sun rises?)

(Drop the charges, man! Drop the charges!)

(Right you are! And this time, let the people know...)

In the old time, in the old time,
In the old time it was not a crime!
(What are you talking about?)
In the old time, in the old time,
In the old time it was not a crime!

LyricsNot a crime!
(It's all nonsensical!)
Not a crime!

In the old time, in the old time,
In the old time it was not a crime!
In the old time, in the old time,
In the old time it was not a crime!

(*coughs*)
Not a crime!
Drop the charges!
Not a crime!
Not a crime!
Not a crime!

Reality!

[Ukrainian]

Spices, creation, realisation, naturalisation,
What are you talking about? It's all about time 'cos today you go to nature.

Not a crime!
In the old time, in the old time,
In the old time it was not a crime!
In the old time, in the old time,
In the old time it was not a crime!

(Not a crime, not a crime!)
Not a crime!
Not a crime!
Not a crime!
Drop the charges, man!
Not a crime!
Drop the charges!

[Ukrainian]
Not a crime!
[Ukrainian]
Not a crime!
(It's not a crime, it's legal - perfectly natural).

Upon arriving to the melting pot
I get penciled in as a goodamn white
Now that I am categorized
Officer gets me naturalized
Now that I'm living up in God knows where
Sometime it gets hard without a friend
But as I am lurking around
Hoptza! I see another immigrant punk!
There is a little punk rock mafia
Everywhere you go
She is good to me and I am good to her...

Legalize me! Realize me!

Despite the living up in USA
I'm still holding up in all my ways
I gotta friends, we gotta band
We still make sound you can't stand
Without banging on some big old pot
Without getting out of bed
But I'm relaxed, I'm just lurking around
LyricsHoptza! I see another immigrant punk!
There is a little punk rock mafia
Everywhere you go
She is good to me and I am good to her...

Legalize me! Realize me!
Party!

Of course we immigrants wanna sing all night long
Don't you know the singing salves the troubled soul?
So I'm relaxed, I'm just lurking around
I got a method and you don't
You got a dictionary kicking around?
Look up the immigrant, immigrant, immigrant punk!

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!
Without overthrowing czars!
Without emptying the bars!
Without screwing with your charts!

60 revelations 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!...

I'm gathering new generation
That's gonna stand up to it
To this karaoke dictatorship
Where posers and models with guitars
Boogie to the shit for beats
I make a better rock revolution
LyricsAlone with my dick!

60 por minuto es mi reputacion
y no te estoy hablando de revolucion
hace mucho teimpo q ya no te decian
basta de injusticia, muerte y policia.

Digas lo que digas ya esta todo arregiado
hagas lo que hagas te mandan deportado
el que tiene impone y sobre la ley dispone
mientras que el pobre es pobre,
muere de hambre y otro se la come

Sitting in a Russian bath-house on Avenue B,
No matter how much we sweat we just can't agree.
[Ukrainian]
Nobody learn no nothing from no history.

Oh Sally with the magic pebbles,
Now she sells equipment to the Chechen rebels.
[Ukrainian]
[Ukrainian]
[Ukrainian]
[Ukrainian]
Sitting in the bath-house on Avenue B,
And never agree.

Sally all empires fall, even trends they fade away,
Even company strangers, can lead you astray.
But goddammit, this round is on me,
Nobody learns no nothing from no history.

Oh little Sally my darling, your panic so charming,
Your shopping techniques are amazing, celebrity erudition disarming.
Oh little Sally my darling, your panic so charming,
Oh little Sally my darling... Yuri Lemeshev!
(Yuri Lemeshev!)

Sitting in a Russian bath-house on Avenue B,
No matter how much we sweat we just can't agree.
[Ukrainian]
Not me, not you!

Dogs were barking, guests were parking
and my wedding was about to start
Dogs were barking, monkeys clapping
Then I got up on table and I said:
I'll meet you 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!!!
Energija probuzdenija i ja!!!
Dogs were barking, monkeys clapping
bears were dancing and girls were cutting loose
Cops were lurking, kids were snarkling
then her father came up to me and said:
Vi bivali kogda nibud na vistavke sobak?
She was a 5-45, nashe delo tabak...
Da ja zge starij dobrij Opta-Hotza-Htzulo-Dzigit!
govorjat prosto blolnoi, tak nichego zge ne bilit!
Mama---Diaspora!!!
Papa v Gogol Bordello!!!
LyricsEnergija probuzdenija i ja!!!
Remember things that are eternal...
eternal things...you forgot those things
Nelzja ponjat, nelzja izmerit,
tolko prostzat, i tolko vvis!...
To make it all even more crooked
is impossibility of a suicide
You pull the trigger, yet you are still standing...
just somewhere else, but with same dick in your hand.

now dub it tovarisch, like tovarisch would...

Sometimes when facing common trouble
When whole town is screwed
We become actually human
Act like Prometehus would

Suddenly there is more humor
And a party Tabor style
People ringing one another
"Yo man, how's your blackout?!"

Suddenly there is more music
Made with buckets in a park
Girls are dancing with a flashlights
I got only one guitar

And you see brothers and sisters
All engaged in sport of help
Making merry out of nothing
Like in refugee camp

Woah yeah, woah no
LyricsIt doesn't have to be so
It is possible any time anywhere
Even without any dough

Oh yeah, woah no
It doesn't have to be so
The forces of creative mind
Unstop-op-op-able

And you think alright now people
They have finally woked up
But as soon as trouble over
Watch them take another nap

Now nobody's making merry
Only trodding scared of boss
Everybody's making hurry
For some old forgotten cause

But one think surely eternal
It's condition of a man
Who don't know where he is going
Who don't know where does he stand

Whose dream power is a bottle
Put away in dry dark place
Whose youth power is well buried
Under propaganda waste

Whose dream life in opposition
To the life during the day
Who's beaten down in believing
It just kind of goes this way

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 time...

I know you since you were a twenty and I was twenty
but thought that some years from now
a purple little little lady will be perfect
for dirty old and useless clown

So yeah, 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 time!

I know it all from Diogenis to Foucault
from Lozgechkin to Paspartu
I ja kljanus obostzav dva paltza
schto muzika poshla ot Zvukov Mu!...

Start wearing purple wearing purple!
LyricsStart wearing purple for me now!
All your sanity and wits, they will all vanish,
I promise, it's just a matter of time!

So yeah, start wearing purple wearing purple!
Start wearing purple for me now!...
So why don't you start wearing purple?
Why don't you start 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 time!...

So Fio-Fio-Fioletta! Etta! Va-va-va-vaja dama ti moja!
Eh podayte name karetu, votetu, i mi poedem k ebenjam!
So yeah, 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 time!...

I come to New York to start a Gypsy punk revolt
Now that it's rockin' so why don't I just go home?
Hei Chavorale,...Think Locally!
Palo Mande,...Fuck Globally!
I can't believe back home they failed to understand
That I am simply a chavo kind of man
Hey Chavorale,...Think Locally!
Palo Mande,...Fuck Globally!
And if the country we invented will fall from grace
I guess we'll have to fly away in our own space!
Hey Chavorale,...Think Locally!
Palo Mande,...Fuck Globally!
Party!

I am a foreigner and I'm walking
through new streets
But before I want to I see the same deeds
Inherited by few a power machine
That crushed and strangles you
right in your sleep
But be it me, or it's you, the leisure class,
I think we 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!
And let your Girl Scouts lip-synch
about the freedom
Just the way you like them,
but soon enough you'll see them
Soon enough they'll turn around
And soon enough you'll see them
in a different part of town
Cause be it me or it's you, the leisure class,
I think we all know:
That be it punk, hip-hop, or be it a reggae sound
It is all connected through the
Gypsy part of town...
let's go!
It's the underdog world strike!

Don't believe them for a moment
For a second, do not believe, my friend
When you are down, them are not coming
With a helping hand
Of course this is no us and them
But them they do not think the same
It's them who do not think
They never step on spiritual path
They paint their faces so differently from ours
And if you listen closely
That war it never stops
Be them new Romans
Don't envy them my friend
Be their lives longer
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 song
Let rest originality for sake of passing it around
Illuminating realization number one:
You are the only light there is
For yourself my friend
There'll be no saviors any soon coming down
And anyway illuminations
Never come from the crowned
Illuminating realization number one:
You are the only light there is
For yourself my friend

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-rarara
V posolstvah s-sh-a otkaz
Tam nedaleko ot rima
Est gorod palestrina
Zvezda pereferii, vsa v maslinah, stala nasha malina
O mama palestrina, vstrechayte pyanih pilligrimov
Bez prava na viyezd, bez vizi na vdoh, bez vizi na vidoh.
Ya vzmolilsa " che cazzo! io porca madonna!
Gde tletvorniy podyezd, ili etot otyezd delo musora provod
Solo perch ti amo mia madre ah! crescendo paranoia
Solo perch ti amo mia madre ah! porca madonna
Mi oblika russo amorale
Vseh v raspizdu-to mi ne zamarali
Da uno da due
Da uno da stronzo puttana
Na americana (bazar takoi v rime) vse. otstoyali (uno mille lire)
Poeti, yuristi, mediki - vse farzoi stali
LyricsHohlomu-samovari (redkost-tovari) vse fuflo tolkali (krutiye navari)
No drug pered drugom vsezh svoi otiezd opravdali:
Ya na piazza navona
Sidel, rastagival shkavarku
Nu, konechno, flirtoval
No I semye pomogal
A ya na rimskoi mostovoi ya lezhal, zdal, bivoi?, oi-oi-oi
Ya tak prosil pit, a tut eshe etot papa (rimskiy)
Ya s detstva ego hotel zamochit
O kanoneri, ya vam dokazival ne raz
Chto muzikantu vo vrema kaifa
Smotret nuzhno pramo v glaz
Solo perch ti amo mia madre ah! porca madonna
Solo perch ti amo mia madre ah! crescendo paranoia
Mi oblika russo amorale
Vseh v raspizdu-to mi ne zamarali
Da uno da due
Da uno paranormale
(Sono emigranto)
Da uno da due
Da uno stronzo merdoso
Da uno da due
Da uno porca puttana

[Spoken:] prekranaya nas
...
I ih-to mudohat, zamudohal-mudohal la-la-la

A solnce santa marinelli
Vgrizalos nam v capillari
A nasha nadezhda spolzala po stenam, muh ne otgonaya
No vot kak-to odnazhdi, ne znayu uzh kak
Prishlo I nam dobro iz-za okeana
I togda, na rashodnak:

[Tarantella]

I togda na rashodnak!

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've heard voices not in the head
Out in the air they called ahead
Through ripped out speakers
Through thick and thin
They found a shelter
Under my skin
How many darkest moments and traps
Still lay ahead of us
How many final frontiers
We gonna mount
And maybe no victory laps
But if you stepped on path of sacred art
and stuck it out through thick and thin
God knows you become one
With undestructable
And so no longer live I in fear
Them are too greedy to pay my asylum bills
This is my life and freedom is my profession
This is my mission throughout all flight duration
There is a core and it's hardcore
All is hardcore when made with love
Love is a voice of a savage soul
This savage love is
Undestructable

Sha bu'et kruto blya!
Sha bu'et kruto!