Outis

The perfect taste

The perfect taste

For a hungry Bohemian

You don't know how to be a father

To your son

And he doesn't want to be a mother

To everyone

No one

What's your name, Outis?

What's your name?

I wonder if cinemas are lonely places

I think about Putin's nightmares in grand spaces

The one where he walks through the corridors but the phones don't ring

The secretary's there, but the phonе's off

The secretary's thеre, but the phone's off

No one

No one

I heard someone on the TV say

"It was so empty it felt like Mars."

I wanted to cry out and say

I feel the same

But I'm no one

(Outis, what's your name?)

No one

(No one, Outis, what's your name?)

I want to cry out and say

It won't happen again

The perfect taste

For a hungry Bohemian

After mother's milk

Outis, Outis

What's your name?

Mother's milk

What's your name?

Outis, Outis

What's your name, Outis?

The perfect taste

What's your name, Outis?

After mother's milk

What's your name?

What's your name?

What's your name?

The perfect taste

What's your name?

For a hungry Bohemian