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!