[Kalamaria w lese:] Kol prostira se temny les awsak plamenem jasnym w mem srdci hrmi ten lasky ples a stesti pohar spasny. Nas k sobe wize zajem ten,
Kalamaria na zamku: Ach pane wzacny, wzpominate na wase slowa wabiwa? I pozwani - tak me tu mate a se mnou prosba tryzniwa. Muze byt, ze neskromne ja
time, he leaves misunderstood for Jelezny Brod, where he drinks like a fish. Well - for his whole life he has been accustomed to serving some master
They leave for the castle dungeons to free Atrament. As soon as the bars are open, Calamaria notices the drawings on the dungeon wall, from which she
The Jilemnice Occultist A classical operetta of three acts. The liberetto was written by Mr. Scantisek Storm. Music by Master's Hammer, a promenade although
Tak jako v smrtelne agonii projivas jivot uplynuly, posledni zapad slunce promita krvave stiny - obrazy z druheho brehu na stini pohyblive, uzkost podrizuji
[Sbor okultistu:] Slawa, slawa, slawa, pane hejtmane, dowolte by cele mesto priwitalo was. Co stalo se my doufame, ze mic se nestane, a muzem rict ze
Spiritus' inn does not indeed exhibit a bountiful splendour; neither does it host an exclusive society. Vigorous countryside people enjoy themselves
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[Poedeldorf:] Ze wse jen podle meho prani znamenite dari se, jeste dnes, ja genialni! Prejdu hranice. Dneska mame patnacteho, za tyden budu w Kahire,
Satrapold: Ja nechci mnoho trapiti jiz panowe was sluch, kdyz je treba se napiti a zizni splatit dluh. Wsak dowolte mi rici jen co na srdci ted mam nez
Stolba Blether: Ja mizerii Osudu jsem pronasledowan a duse ma jen pochybnostmi prostoupena jest jak maso cerwy prolezle jen ziwot predstiram, ratolest
Vesnice hori, noci jdu sam, zkratim si cestu pres pole lan, obklopen dymem, na konci sil, ae smysl neznam, jasny mam cil, vidomi ztracim a prece bdim,
Ty spatrils horici eernou svatozar, toho, jej kaje nam, je jivot je preludem kynul Ti - za mnou poji - ty skryl jsi svoji tvar, marni jsi vajil pouj za
Vase srdce pretekaji hnivem nemilosrdnym, chtiji se zbavit zatije, pro kterou tam mista neni, tich prolhanych vredy na busicich svalech, koneeni svobodnych
Kalamaria w lese: Kol prostira se temny les awsak plamenem jasnym w mem srdci hrmi ten lasky ples a stesti pohar spasny. Nas k sobe wize zajem ten, jemuz
Atrament: Mezi kopci cesta je klikata, ja wzdelani jdu wstric tot mezer mych bud zaplata jiz stestim rudne lic! Cesta poznani je trnita, jak zeno od plew
A few moments later Satrapold, due to his disguise, is attacked by the drunk Atrament, and Blether offers his captain an excuse to imprison Atrament
