. . . 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!