Let it cold wind blow from the north
If my hands are in your pocket
Turn your back, let your skirt fly
Let my hair touch your face
Let it rain cold on you
If your lashes dry
If you have independent dreams
Let the sky punctured
Be song, be poetry and write my lines
Make noise, destroy order
Don't be silent, open yourself
Don't play three monkeys
Be the sound, plug in
Turn on the light, set up your stage
See yourself as an important thing
Life is a song you don't know
Turn up the sound, turn up the sound...
Turn up the sound, turn up the sound...