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!