Rokosz

Probably eggs or a meat block
Your words
Dickery with mushroomy
Buddy
If only you’d have luck
No bad luck
To jump, to run
Being happy
And the Quran you take to the grave
It will turn out good for you
Wise book
Thanks to it I can count on something
And a mongrel barks again
I’d kick it in anger
If only you’d have luck
No bad luck