Just a few days and counting down.
trust me, I will buy you money
and invite WhiteMoney.
You needn't be funny
and i won't be honey
but you'll never see it coming.
Let the town criers sound the gong
and together the villagers sing the song
a song that suddenly makes us all agog.
This is not a 'lamber'
because I heartily remember
that you my love were born to conquer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem