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