wat Stoni Mohoni

A music I love more

As the finest of the greatest masters.

Daily it sounds to me you

Sounds Daily louder and bolder.

I love her very much, and yet, there is

Hours because I have to rebuke them,

Then, for dying, the heart die so loves,

A thunderstorm is not uncommon.

She remains silent probably scared yet,

But Takes die break was not long,

And if I want the rest happy

Is it again in the best way.

Finally, I give myself into it yet

And laugh: sound, let's let sound

And stop by the house sunshine

Four children jump feet.