There will come a day when the world ends.
I can’t tell you exactly when,
But I know that it’s soon.
The sky grows darker every day,
And our will to live is constantly challenged.
The seas will dry up and the animals will die.
Nothing will work and we will eventually destroy ourselves.
I don’t know when for sure,
But I know this;
On the day the world ends,
The sky will burn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem