The Last Supper
If everything is written into destiny,
If everything is written in a Tablet ...
In the upper room of Zion, at home,
At the Easter Seder they collected
With the first vespers by the star
Those who are laid before God
To sit at a table with a covered head
With a free-breathing people.
Yeshoh, Yeshoh, perform the rite
This night of last freedom,
There will be time, flow to You
Many and many peoples.
Wash all your feet before you,
Our brothers will remain in purity,
Soon your destiny will be done
And they carry you to the crucifixion.
This evening you will become a lamb,
Communion with wine and unleavened bread,
So that your heavenly features
In the darkness shone, those who followed
In the footsteps left will pass,
Not being frightened by the chosen lot,
If he dies, he will live,
He who believes in the soul, not the body.
To those who, however,
Outshines the ringing of the soul of the praying,
Their name and business is Legion
For the earth is a sinful looking.
"Peace to you" - in this room the words
Will sound like a message and comfort
To those who believe that love is alive,
After death, it will be Sunday.
To those who went to observe the Laws
And the Prophets, given the Covenant,
He came to save this world,
And in the darkness, we are the inviting Light.
