This is what the atmosphere of the 'High High Days' sounds like in Gur Hasidism: 'A Journey' • Listen

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What do you want in the Holy City in the middle of the night?

Thousands flock to the army

What's your score, don't you ask?

Where will Pattafot hurry to?

The crescent moon looks at him, as if excited,

They are "Zachor Brith" tonight, in the Beit Midrash,

Heroes of power march, abandoning the "I's"

Dropping pleasures - go away from the world.

They cast their love upon the Creator of souls.

One asks - Noam D. Lehzut,

They are rising in the valley, their sashes already girded.

They came to live in their dream.

""Remember the Covenant of Abraham" Fathers and Grandfathers

Thanks to them, the right is simple and accepts the returns,

Wake up sleepy, young from sleep

See the tears in their eyes and hear their voices.

Like the state of Mount Sinai, with its abundance and exclusivity,

The night of the consecration - here is the day of the Lord,

""May the great heavens be exalted and sanctified forever""

And the sound - from end to end of the hall.

""We remembered for life" - the sky is torn apart,

On the soul and the dwelling place, pouring out the heart like water,

A long journey is like a shepherd's flock,

They pass under a tribe and a leader in the order.

You are better to your people than your father or mother,

Because they are only in this and you are in both.

Dawn breaks, heat against the waves

The song "The King" curls, your majesty is accepted,

In "Our Father, Our King," gates are opening.

It is written in the Book of Life, "Do not despise God.".

And when the trumpet sounds, the people will be terrified.

Please, son, listen to the sound of their cries,

The ram's horn is bent, the heart is bent too,

The devil is torn, the enemy is confused.

I am coming soon and they are still at their uncle's,

Your young men have sanctified the name of the Lord and still do.

The Beis Midrash in Asherah will shorten the page from description,

A delicious lesson, there is no more left.

And one day he came down to the people.

He will walk among them, asking after their well-being,

Objects are close, they crave "Blik""

That shakes, that loves, that ignites and lights up.

Adorned all day, wrapped in a tallit

The intensity of the day is completely atoning,

They stand on their feet from dusk to dawn,

Simple from all rain, money and trade.

With hanging eyes, the messenger appoints,

""He was double-edged" - he would do well to improve,

So prayers because I have already sent five tortures

Enough, I'll say I'm sorry.

Gather your tears and put them in your bag.

Your sons climbed, they reached you,

The Lord is God, resounding with the mouth of many.

Receipts are accepted from here and there.

Please, a king sits on a throne,

Good luck, you were right on this day,

As white as snow, my sins are like a rose,

Free from all sorrow this year.

Gates are locked and light is sanctified.

So to "tish" with a rush to receive, to renew,

The tenth day is over - the night is falling,

And in "peace and good" there, a son will part from his father.

But where is Sarah? Where is a friend's wife?

Alone she will dwell and thus she will prevail,

Is the damage worth it? Then the enemy will strike.

A holiday meal without a father, no one to sing hymns.

What's wrong with you, daughter of a king? Isn't that what you ask for?

The whole thing is a pipe, don't turn to difficulties,

Because half of your world will then be waiting and waiting.

You can build skyscrapers on the ground.

You will see when he returns, wrapped in purity.

With a bag of "songs" and you will be described as radiant,

He will send you an appreciative and grateful look,

""For all that I have is yours and yours"---!

And the son is dear to me, the son is a delight

North in his room, with a toy in his hand,

His head and heart are in the game and ahead.

We don't know where Dad went.

Oh, my child, you won't understand for many years to come.

You have aspirations like the ways of babies.

The day will come and the luggage will be opened.

Then your heart will be filled with joy for him like the bridegroom's embrace.

And gather roses from your little garden.