As Profecias

There are days when we feel
A little, perhaps, less human
One of those dull days
Of rain falling on the window
Any day without thinking
Feeling the future in the air
The air, heavy, subtle
A day in May or April
Without any friend by your side
Alone, in silence, quiet
With a question in the soul
Why on this so calm afternoon
Time seems to stand still?

It's in any prophecy
Of the wise who saw the future
Of the mad who write on the wall
Of the webs of the remote dream
Explosion, eruption, tsunami
The flame of war ignited
Hunger sitting at the table
The glass with alcohol at the bar
The angel emerging from the sea

The seals of fire, the eclipse
The symbols of the apocalypse
The centuries of Nostradamus
The general exodus of the gypsies
It's in any prophecy
That the world ends one day

A sour taste in the mouth
The girl who dreams, the crazy one
The man who wants but forgets
The world of give or take
It's in any prophecy
That the world ends one day
Without fire, without blood, without groans
The world of our ancestors
Ends without deadly wars
Without the glory of a wounded martyr
Without a bang, but with a whimper

The seals of fire, the eclipse
The symbols of the apocalypse
The general exodus of the gypsies
The centuries of Nostradamus
It's in any prophecy
That the world ends one day

It's in any prophecy
That the world ends one day
It's in any prophecy
That the world ends one day
One day

Yes, yes, yes