5 na so-so grave I dey dream about and na to die, dey hongry mi.
bikos deat kover mi like klot and di fear to die go grave, dey make mi shake. Na only sorrow and trobol I dey si.
River for don kover us; wota for don karry us go.
My God, make Yu ansa mi, bikos yor love wey nor dey fail, dey good and bikos of how Yu dey sorry for pipol, make Yu turn face mi!
bikos di love wey Yu get for mi, big well-well and Yu don save mi from deat.
True-true, nobody know di time wen dis tins go happen! Like fish wey net katch or bird wey enter trap, na so too, wahala just dey kom meet pipol by sopraiz.
But God kon raiz am up afta E don gi-am pawa to win deat, bikos deat nor get pawa to hold am.