End of the World

It’s the end of the world, babe Since the second of May this year Nothing can save us, maybe A miracle, but it’s unclear As it always happens with miracles They get lost on the next day Which appears to be satirical But a few can see it this way It’s the end of the world, now It starts from this very date Write a letter to me somehow To read your thoughts would be great You must see it better than me I’m just sitting within four walls Drinking music and jasmine tea Having fun till the gate unfolds An unbearable light will flush us And the darkness will gulp the splinters And so many more years will pass When the summer will change to winter.