Brooklyńska rada Żydów [English translation]

Oy-oy...

On the border between the synagogues has gathered the council of wise men

"What to do so the young would start like back then to visit the houses of prayer?"

So the elders don't stand under the rain that fell from the all gathered shames

This will be a short story about the Jewish council of Brooklyn

Meadow ends on the sky

I'm dancing, dancing on the sun

Word for which I've been waiting

Have finally fell from Your lips

Dancing, I'm dancing on meadow

After all meadow is the sun

The world has been wisely made

For this, thanks to You oh Father

The young want something completely different from what the elders would want

Old rabbi was saying that, almost all have applauded him

The young are getting different world from the one the elders got

Now the ovation sounded even in the farthest part of the room

Meadow ends on the sky

I'm dancing, dancing on the sun

Word for which I've been waiting

Have finally fell from Your lips

Dancing, I'm dancing on meadow

After all meadow is the sun

The world has been wisely made

For this, thanks to You oh Father

Oy vey, ah...

Here on Williamsburg so little of the youth graces the Lord with their visit

For them someone great are Beastie Boys or even sometimes the black music, oy vey!

You could have listen to what they've been you saying, should've been keep the deals with them as well

When they've wanted to talk to you, the Jewish council of Brooklyn has been still deliberating

Meadow ends on the sky

I'm dancing, dancing on the sun

Word for which I've been waiting

Have finally fell from Your lips

Dancing, I'm dancing on meadow

After all meadow is the sun

The world has been wisely made

For this, thanks to You oh Father

Meadow ends on the sky

I'm dancing, dancing on the sun

Word for which I've been waiting

Have finally fell from Your lips

Dancing, I'm dancing on meadow

After all meadow is the sun

The world has been wisely made

For this, thanks to You oh Father

Meadow ends on the sky

I'm dancing, dancing on the sun

Word for which I've been waiting

Have finally fell from Your lips

Dancing, I'm dancing on meadow

After all meadow is the sun

The world has been wisely made

For this, thanks to You oh Father

• Artist:Kult
• Album:Salon Recreativo