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.