DYBBUK

At the bottom of the human soul there lives
a terrible dybbuk, a black adder
it twists our tortured bodies
three times, alas alas, alas
Grieve till your heart dries up
drink more and more
the dybbuk rejoices, salivating with joy
t knocks you to the hard ground

oh, the dybbuk is an evil spirt
oh, the dybbuk is an evil spirt

I am sitting in a bathtub full of water
I am listening, frightened
the dybbuk is standing behind the door
whispering, hurry, open up
When you were here yesterday evening
it stamped, yelled, shrieked horribly
I drank vodka
and so I got rid of it

oh, the dybbuk is an evil spirt
oh, the dybbuk is an evil spirt

Sudden silence behind the door
fear gripped my belly
the Talmud has no answer for me
three times, alas alas, alas
A herd of pigs is waiting in vain
the dybbuk picked me
and now is touching the handle
I shout go away dybbuk

oh, the dybbuk is an evil spirt
oh, the dybbuk is an evil spirt

He jumped at me, suddenly there is darkness everywhere
in despair, I fling myself on the floor
with scourges, the dybbuk drives me
In vain I shout no, no, no
I weakly drag the beet and the blackthorn
in panic, I tell myself
Not even dog would eat it
why the dybbuk came here at all

oh, the dybbuk is an evil spirt


Translator: Petr Jedlička