Son, why you laugh?
Son, do you know your father?
I am your father.
I have some questions Son.
When you plan to get married?
When you plan to bring kids?
Can you stop laughing?
Why are you being selfish?
Son, don’t you know me?
I am your father.
Son, I worry for you.
I want you to marry a Jewish girl.
I want to see my grandchildren.
I want you to stay close to us, your family.
No one would know the pain I feel,
Or see the tears I cry for missing you, Son.
Son, don’t you know me, I am your father?
Son, you want to be a writer.
You travel in imagination.
You worry us, your Mather cries each night.
Return to us.
Will you, Son?
Son, don’t you know me?
Son, I pray for you.
So you will find a good wife,
A good job, have a house and kids,
Say Amen, Son.
Son?
Son, why are you laughing?
Son, why are you laughing?
Son, you think it is funny.
Son, don’t you know me?
I am your father.
Can we bridge old tradition and new culture?
Can we bridge the generation gap?
Carpe diem – with RESPECT!
With playful regards,
Galorian
