Woe to us that we have to go to Egypt I steal my share of jokes. Punishment God knows the stink, They will be in pain. Why do we live without thinking, people? We don’t joke about the living God, This important sin is scattered everywhere, Disregarding the caress of the Saint. The wise man will heal the colon in prayer, To glorify God in your heart, And the dashing one spreads his lips, There is truth in him as there is in a dirty heart. Do not wash the sieves with water, You won’t fill your soul with emptiness, The whole road to Egypt is marnota, There you will recover from the trouble. It is necessary to make jokes in God's happiness - We only have peace at Nyomu’s, Raise your eyes to the sky today - To your own, to your eternal home.
