Kabaret starszych panów - Ballada z trupem

A ballad with a dead body, with a dead ballad
I open the wardrobe, the guy falls out
I am coming back from Bialowieza and booty
how long is the corpse at my feet

Ah fear, fear, God's wounds, God's wounds

Maybe not a corpse, maybe it's a doll
From the wardrobe to my feet, I felt like a long crap
If I insisted, I could touch her
Er ... but stupidly the corpse should be as touching as you can

Ah fear, fear, God's wounds, God's wounds

So I am calling my wife Wladka
and I'm asking if it's not a corpse accident
Her hair bristled with her heart, her booty
and Wladek is also at my feet

Ah fear, fear, God's wounds, God's wounds

I think - I will come back to the corpse for a moment
But first wife Wladek zapucę
and put on a sandwich, tup
Wife, my wife, with eyes on the pole

Ah fear, fear, God's wounds, God's wounds

Only that I think - when I'm angry
again, the dead body will throw it away
and she will not be shocked again
o ... if he finds out that there is no corpse

Ah fear, fear, God's wounds, God's wounds

Summing up, I will fix the blunder
the corpse packing back into the wardrobe
And here is the dark enigma like a grave:
the corpse is not there anymore where the corpse was

Ah fear, fear, God's wounds, God's wounds

I'm going up the stairs, running into the cellars
I can not see the corpse anywhere
I'm going back upstairs - let it be a cat
My wife also lost track

Ah fear, fear, God's wounds, God's wounds

It is apparently such a loot
I fell that my wife escaped with the corpse
Hits cursed when you get to your feet
A handsome corpse falls out of the wardrobe
God's wounds ...