The Last Supper

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.