Pudelsi - Hoży Ambroży

The culprit of many was antlers
Sweet prompter, Mr. Ambroży
Passionately from the prompter's booth
He looks under artists' dresses
And he has bags under his eyes
Because he still wants actresses

Again the voice dies in the prompter's booth
Zdzisia is already taking care of the lynx
Zdziś's propellers today
He cuts a lynx for Ambrose
He often ambrosed her in the lodge
Our hasty little boy

Help looks out with fearful eyes
An actor on stage like a lonely finger
There is no help because there is no prompter
This is the ignominious end of a career

The actor stood like a tractor
Lots of roles played
The actress is confused
The prompter won't tell you the words
He won't learn his role
The actor stands like a tractor

The actress plays a mime
Because there is no prompter in the booth
He barely remembers
Just like in pantomimes
The lustful master had sex with him

There was such silence in the theater
That you could hear Zdzisia sniping at the lynx
It was heard even in the farthest box
Like the generous Ambrose in his booth, he's a hawker

The whole theater was listening, it was so much fun there
As Ambroży demonstrated, soon there was applause all around
The crowd is watching and in the left box Lord Lordozo is already there
Duchess Władzia is tormenting her grandfather
Liże Lodzia graph Bodzia

Captain Ksawery unfastens his halters
Baroness Barbara fumbles in salwar pants
The local postman put on a bra
The young one is playful and the old one is hungry

Ambroży Zdzisia is among the guests
He advises one and advises another
Who makes mistakes in love asks Ambrose
He willingly helps his weak neighbor

And now the virgin of the two ladies is having fun
He's having fun in his box today to his heart's content
Everyone on the ground floor and in the guest boxes
A mania for collective love has taken hold

This is how art fell - theater remained
What was sacred became profane