Another Purim is right around the corner
everyone must already have a costume
Just me - I’m in a fix again
because I want to be a policeman
but also a thief
so I say in my heart, and tell myself

In the morning I’ll be Mordechai
and then an exalted king
and in the end a little Vaizasa too
I assume and discard, assume and discard forms
Sorry, I’m in a bit of a hurry
the holiday will pass and I’ll be late
so I say in my heart, and tell myself

In the morning I’ll be Mordechai...

It always ends up the same
that when Purim is over
I’m left a sad, disgruntled clown
I could have been a rabbit too
and didn’t have time to be a jackal
so I say in my heart, and tell myself

In the morning I’ll be Mordechai...