One snowy morning, Momo hears a beautiful melody being played through the town. Tracing it back, she meets the pianist Skotavich, who seems frustrated with the song for some reason...
Yes, Marcica.
.نعم يا مارسيكا
Ja, das ist unser Lied, Marsica.
Sí, Marcica. Es solo nuestra.
Sí, Marcica. Es solo nuestra.
Oui, Marcica,
elle est rien qu’à nous.
Sì, Marcica.
Sim, Marcica.
Да, Марсика.