Texty:
Gogol Bordello Trans Continental Hustle

women and the horses Then later on, moved on to the pursuit of spices And finally the rest of all devices But in the wake of the Trans-continental hustle

Sometime when you have to take the hardest way That don't mean that your star is leading you astray Forget fashion symposium You'll get panoramic! All

We stepped together in the river We traded fever on turmoil Last time I saw you was in the middle I wonder if you hit the soil Where are you now my

Revolution is internal Help yourself at any time Evolution isn't over No no no no, no no no no We are about to use our mind Yeah Yeah to learn the language

What was here now is gone Up and down like everyone Walk the earth in lonesome cry But when the sun comes up When the sun comes up It will be on your

35 years I lay awake at night Across my mind is one eternal fight Inventing new ways to think and see But keep old friends and answers to old ways To

Why didn't you come when I beat my drum And screamed off my head out into the night Scared of the slums, afraid of the guns Don't wanna see the hoodlums