Two brothers, wealthy and fine
the younger one,
insatiable, greedy, voracious...
father, my share i shall have
for he had other plans in mind
the father, nobly gives
Lost one, in a distant land he goes
Squandering all he had on pleasure
drinking, living wildly, spending...
A horrid famine befalls the land
the lad, without penny
into servant-hood he goes
feeding pigs to earn a living
To father i shall return he thought
for his wealth is mighty and fine
forgiveness i shall ask
he was hungry, cold, pitiful...
Upon the sight of lost one,
the father welcomed with a kiss
happiness, overjoyed his heart
Let us feast he shouted
the servants obeyed
**for the son was dead, lost, but no more...