. . . and about the other . . . -

Father, I have sinned

I am no longer worthy to be called your son

But if you please let me be

One of your hired men

So that I could serve you well

Son, I’ve been waiting for so long

Here, put on these sandals and this robe

Son, on this road every day

I’ve been waiting, watching and waiting.

Son, I’ve been waiting for so long

To put this golden ring on your finger

Son, on this road every day

I’ve been waiting, longing and waiting…

He’s lying!

He himself has well deserved such an end

He’s lying!

He has squandered his last penny with a prostitute!

Lying!

I protest, I’m telling you, I won’t go in!

He’s lying!

It’d be better if he’d stayed among the pigs!

Ha!

All these years I’ve been slaving for you

I’ve never disobeyed your orders

Yet you never gave me a goat

So that I could celebrate with my friends!

But when this son

Came back- one doesn’t know where from

And squandered all the property he had had,

The calf, the ring and the robe,

Singing, dancing?!- That’s right!!!

A young lord has returned to his home!

Ha!