A duck made of white cotton
has been firmed up on the sky
we're waiting for it to pass on
and again an hour is spent
Whoever moves first
gotta pay the next round
my, your day
An old hundred mark
has dissappeared
we're waiting for it to return
and again an hour is spent
Whoever moves first
gotta pay the next round
my, your day
My invincible favorite enemy
stands in front of us and laughs
we're waiting if it becomes any fun
and again an hous is spent
Whoever moves first
has to give him a mark
my, your day
A duck made of white cotton
has fallen in love with a sheep
the wind has transformed it into a dog
and again an hour is spent
Whoever moves first
has to pay the whole bill
my, your day
my, your day