On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover A fisherman mends a glimmering net Happy porpoises jump in the sea By the rainspout young sparrows are playing And the snake is gold-skinned as it should always be
On the day the world ends Women walk through the fields under their umbrellas A drunkard grows sleepy at the edge of a lawn Vegetable peddlers shout in the street And a yellow-sailed boat comes nearer the island The voice of a violin lasts in the air And leads into a starry night
And those who expected lightning and thunder Are disappointed And those who expected signs and archangels' trumps Do not believe it is happening now As long as the sun and the moon are above As long as the bumblebee visits a rose As long as rosy infants are born No one believes it is happening now
Only a white-haired old man, who would be a prophet Yet is not a prophet, for he's much too busy Repeats while he binds his tomatoes: There will be no other end of the world There will be no other end of the worldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
