Even doh dis pipol dey make nois like heavy wave for sea, wen God shaut for dem, dem go turn run go one far land and na breeze go karry dem like leaf for hill or like dirty wey strong breeze blow.
So, as straw and dry grass dey burn for fire, na so too dia life and all di betta tins wey dem get, go dry and blow trowey, bikos dem don rijet wetin Israel God wey get pawa, tish us.
Wen E stop, di eart go start to shake and wen E look, di nashons go bigin fear. All di mountins go skata; di hills wey dey since go sink and E go dey forever and ever.
Di fan wey e go take blow kanda komot from korn, dey en hand and e go gada and keep en korn inside store kon burn di dirty for faya wey nor dey kwensh.”