Behind the grocery in the late morning
Teddy bears of men sit at the breakfast
Every of them has a bottle of plonk
They watch the world through the glass
For a moment their eyes sparkle
After every gulp they come to life
A ray of sunshine also flashed
They can doze off on the bench

Chorus:
Plonk, plonk, plonk as punishment
Time has flown like a dispirited life
Plonk, plonk, plonk – a substitute of the solace

Teddy bears are standing in the gate at night
They’re drinking plonk and mumbling
And I was standing there with them, too
I was drinking plonk and mumbled
The boys with guitars are coming
They’re going to tilt at windmills
But if suddenly a life goes astray
One of them becomes a Teddy bear