Kult - Brooklińska rada Żydów

Tłumaczenie:

On the border between synagogues, a council of wise men has gathered
'What to do to make the youth come to shrine houses like in the old days?'
For the senility not to stand under the rain that has fallen from all the gathered shames
This will be a short story about the Brooklyn Council of Jews

The meadow on heaven is ending
I dance, dance on the sun
The word I waited for
Has finally fallen from Your lips
I dance, dance on the meadow
Yet, the meadow is the sun
The world was created wisely
I thank you for this, Father

The youth wants something entirely different than what the senility wants
The old rabbi was saying this, nearly everyone applauded him
The youth is given a different world than the senility got
Now the applauding can be heard even from the farthest part of the room

The meadow on heaven is ending
I dance, dance on the sun
The word I waited for
Has finally fallen from Your lips
I dance, dance on the meadow
Yet, the meadow is the sun
The world was created wisely
I thank you for this, Father

Here, in Williamsburg, so little youth honours their Lord with a visit
For them, Beastie Boys is someone big, or maybe even sometimes the black music, Aj Waj!
You could have listened to what you've been told, also kept the contract with them
When they still wanted to speak with you, the Brooklyn Council of Jews advised

The meadow on heaven is ending
I dance, dance on the sun
The word I waited for
Has finally fallen from Your lips
I dance, dance on the meadow
Yet, the meadow is the sun
The world was created wisely
I thank you for this, Father