The same ol' battered stand, at the sleepy center
Where they sell you ice-cream / extra chocolate, just enter

And on the wall, a picture, of the old Rabbi in his fur
hide
Nothing in the world, no nothing in the world
Like the old lower east side

Someone calls to you, you lower your head in fear
Turns out it's Motkeh, in his hand a can of beer
"Where are you, when will you put out /
Some chassidic song or book on the side?"
Nothing in the world, no nothing in the world
Like the old lower east side

Even the worse renegade, in the end comes back
You ran away, faraway, but again lost track
Yeah, you had dreams, just like everyone else has
Inside you're Nahtche of Brooklyn, just as imperfect as

In Jerusalem you're just another old fart, if you struggle a
lot
You have been totally forgotten / in cold weather or hot
Here besides you it's just Ironside
Of Simon Temple and Ironside
Nothing in the world, no nothing in the world
Like the old lower east side

In the old market most stores shut down
Fifty years back, yet feels like you just left town
"Nye punimayu," you say, "No hablar spaniol"
In the end you, too, come back,
Even you could not lose track,
No other choice is on the rack,
Just like everyone else, you seek comfort

Even the worse renegade, in the end comes back
You ran away, faraway, but again lost track
Yeah, you had dreams, just like everyone else has
Inside you're Nahtche of Brooklyn, just as perfect as

Nothing in the world, no nothing in the world
Like the old lower east side!

מבוסס על השיר "הכוכבת של נצרת עילית" מאת איה כורם, ונכתב
בהשראתו.
https://youtu.be/CqGmlwgJAZg