Ach Pane Vzacny, Vzpominate... (Oh, My Precious Sir, Do You Remember When...)
Calamaria (in the castle): Oh my precious sir, do you remember Your tempting words? You invited me - so I am here But with me a request which agonizes me. It may not be a modest one But one thing is sure, I will be obliged to you.
"Satrapold": Since without you, it seems I would be buried, Here every request of yours Is a command to me.
Calamaria: I do not ask for precious manes, Nor expensive jewels, But only the freedom to be given back to Atrament.
"Satrapold": He is there to pay for His tongue so foolish...
Calamaria: He was drunk - and I am guilty, For the glasses that polluted his mind.
"Satrapold": So let it be, thy will be done, When Satrapold gives his word. But you have to promise me - That he ends his malediction!
This afternoon I want to take you On a horse with me, So I won't get lost in the forest, And to have your accompaniment.
Calamaria: I suppose you want to have A secret appointment with me? That reminds you of the scene When you fell off the horse.
Even if it seems strange, I will gladly fulfill your wish, If that helps Atrament From the dark cell.