Clatter, crash, clack!
Racket, bang, thump!
Rattle, clang, crack, thud, whack, bam!

It's music! - Now dance!

Listen, Cvalda
You're the dancer
You've got the sparkle in your eyes
Look at me, entrancer!

Clatter, crash, clack...

The clatter-machines
They greet you and say:
''We tap out a rhythm and sweep you away!''

A clatter-machine
What a magical sound
A room full of noises
That spins you around...

Darling Selma
Look who's dancing
Faster than a shooting star!
Cvalda's here!
Cvalda sings...

Clatter, crash, clack...

The clatter-machines
They greet you, and say:
''We tap out a rhythm and sweep you away!''

If travel is searching
And home has been found

I'm not stopping

I'm going hunting
I'm the hunter
I'll bring back the goods
But I don't know when

Thought I could organize freedom
How Scandinavian of me
You sussed it out, didn't you?

You could smell it
So you left me on my own
To complete the mission
Now I'm leaving it all behind

I'm going hunting
I'm the hunter.....

(You just didn't know me!)