I'm backstage and it’s like a funeral
Nothing's like it used to be
I won't touch your alcohol
The air is rain and factory

All you read is Dostojevskij
When all you need is Bukowski

Now the rain falls silent
In the Northern quarter
Transparency of a soul
Transparency of a soul
Transparency
Transparency

We french kiss at the urinals
Dancing at the silent disco
I don’t see a wedding ring
Oh I have enjoyed your company

You avantgarde motherfuckers
You avantgarde motherfuckers
You avantgarde motherfuckers
You avantgarde motherfuckers

Transparency of a soul
Transparency of a soul
Pull thе curtains open
The city lights are passing by
What happеns on the bus, stays on the bus
Let's leave this town for another one

Transparency
Transparency
Transparency of a soul