Texty: Gogol Bordello. Trans-continental Hustle.

When death comes I won't be there
In fact I will not be found anywhere
Not in Nevada, not in Sahara
On Chomolungma or Guadalajara
Cause I'll be climbing top of Never-Neverest
With my contaminated friends

Gah!
Hey hey hey hey, hali hali ho, hali hali hey
Hey hey hey hey, hali hali ho, hali hali hey
Hey hey hey hey, hali hali ho, hali hali hey
Hey hey hey hey, hali hali ho, hali hali yah!

Ia ia?aeeaeyo e ia?aaeaiao
Again I am, waho, Vasco da Gama
In my headphones is Bob Marley and a-Joe Strummer
I'm on a quest for solar amalgama
I'm on a quest for Never-Neverest
With my contaminated friends

Hey hey hey hey, hali hali ho, hali hali hey
Hey hey hey hey, hali hali ho, hali hali hey
Hey hey hey hey, hali hali ho, hali hali hey
Hey hey hey hey, hali hali ho, hali hali yah!

Old school, they were just nomadic forces
Kill all the men, steal all the 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
Government cloak it went up in flames
And by the time we builded up the muscle
There was no time or space left to claim

Iglesia de la calla transcontinentau
Cigano urbano maracatu rurau

We gonna build new kind of globalizer
Without pantzer-foust or a shmiser
And may the sound of our contaminated beat
Sweep all the Nazi purists off their feet

Hey hey hey hey, hali hali ho, hali hali hey
Hey hey hey hey, hali hali ho, hali hali hey
Hey hey hey hey, hali hali ho, hali hali hey
Party!

Contamination
Amalgamation
Cross-pollination
Is on the way, on the way, on the way!
Hey hey hey hey, hali hali ho, hali hali hey
Cross-pollination, hali ho, is on the way
Contamination, ha hali ho ha ha...