יומא
Oh father, mother ; Don't make me marry him for money ; I love another ; Whose eyes are kind and lips are honey ; The cattle grazing fields are free ; So why enbondage me ; Your cows and oxen can be sold ; Do not enslave my soul ; Oh father, mother ; Your nights are stormed ; With rain and thunder ; Oh father, mother ; Your nights are stormed ; With rain and thunder ; The water gushing from the sky ; Is teardrops from my eyes ; The thunder tearing skies apart ; The Beating of my heart; 