Santa Marinella
Gogol Bordello Lyrics

Questa storia, ha un'unica morale Vse v raspizdu-to maniacale, i paranormale
This story has only one moral: everything is in chaos, maniacal, and paranormal!

O solnce Santa Marinelli, izlizannoi toboyu Ya poluchal ne raz, tai-da-rarara V posolstvah S-SH-A otkaz
Oh, the sun of Santa Marinella, worn out by me, I had been refused many times in the US embassies

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
Not far from Rome there is the city of Palestrina, where our star on the periphery, surrounded by olive trees, became a cult. Oh, Mama Palestrina, greet the drunken pilgrims who came without the right documents.

Ya vzmolilsa "che cazzo! Io porca Madonna!" Gde tletvorniy podyezd, ili etot otyezd delo musora provod Solo perché ti amo, mia madre, ah! Crescendo paranoia Solo perché ti amo, mia madre, ah! Porca Madonna
I prayed, 'What the fuck! For the sake of Madonna! Where is the broken stairwell or the garbage chute?' Just because I love you, my mother! The paranoia is growing. Just because I love you, my mother! For the sake of Madonna.

Mi oblika Russo amorale Vseh v raspizdu-to mi ne zamarali Da uno da due Da uno da stronzo puttana
We are the shape of the amoral Russians. We don't care about everything in chaos. We are one, then two, then a shit-headed whore.

Na Americana (bazar takoi v Rime) vse.otstoyali (uno Mille Lire) Poeti, yuristi, mediki - vse farzoi stali Hohlomu-samovari (redkost-tovari) vse fuflo tolkali (krutiye navari) No drug pered drugom vsezh svoi otiezd opravdali:
On American Avenue (a market in Rome), everything was bullshit, just one thousand liras. The poets, lawyers, and doctors all became fake. Even the handmade samovars from the Ukraine turned out to be a scam. But one after the other, everyone justified their own journey.

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 keifa Smotret nuzhno pramo v glaz
I sat in Piazza Navona, munching pork rinds, of course, flirting and helping families. Then I lay on a Roman bridge, feeling lazy and miserable, asking for a drink, but there was still that Roman Papa bothering me. I wanted to drown him since childhood. Oh, the canon, I proved to you many times that it is essential for musicians to look straight into the eyes during the coup.

Solo perché, ti amo mia madre, ah! Porca Madonna Solo perché, 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
Just because I love you, my mother! For the sake of Madonna. Just because I love you, my mother! The paranoia is growing. We are the shape of the amoral Russians. We don't care about everything in chaos. We are one, then paranormal. (I'm an immigrant) One after another, we are the shitty asswipes, sluts, and whores.

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!
We are amazing, and they try to discredit us, always screaming, 'Zamudohal-mudohal la-la-la!' But the sun of Santa Marinella bites us in the veins, and our hopes slid down the walls without leaving us. But one day, I don't know how, good came to us from across the ocean. And then, we had to spend it all! (Tarantella) And then, we had to spend it all!