My God, Almighty
You, who is high up above
Throw some tobacco,
my dear God,
on top of my nargile*
In between the churches,
the tall arches,
we would light up the smoke,
my dear God,
as if it was a big candle
In front of Agios Spyridonas
with his white beard
I take a deep puff,
my dear God,
he bursts out laughing
And when the nargile* gets strong
and we have a thick smoke,
send all your angels,
my dear God,
to sing us a lullaby**