And a white tablecloth is set and candles are lit
and like an echo from the past, the melodies repeat
and the house is suddenly filled with those songs.

Come my beloved, to meet the bride,
The Sabbath Queen here she rises
The chala is on the table and prayer rises
all the house dwellers sing in a great choir.

Dad's lips whisper and his eyes are as lights
and like an echo from the past, the melodies repeat
and the house is suddenly filled with those songs.

Come my beloved, to meet the bride,
Let us welcome the Sabbath.
And Dad trills his voice in Sabbat songs
freedom calls on son and daughter.

And a white tablecloth is set and candles are lit
and like an echo from the past, the melodies repeat
and the house is suddenly filled with those songs.