Wednesday, December 14, 2005

One of the most haunting and up to date songs in the Hasidic repetoire. The English reads like a modern poem, and is equally powerful, so I did my best to translate it here.

Stav Ya Pitu

I started to drink on Friday.
By Sabbath I had drunk
had drunk my shirt away.

Mustn’t one drink
to chat?
To smile and wave?
One must try
must learn
to be genial.

Oh! How do you give
that just account
before your Headmaster!

Oh! To justify oneself!

We drink
we drink and we raise hell.
And we take back whiskey like water
and we yell together
arms over shoulders


And you, O Lord, please consider us
consider us in Heaven.


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