We'll see only a fireball
larger than the sun, wider than the Earth,
not a single cry will resound,
silence only will spread out like a shroud
between the sky and the earth
for at least a thousand centuries
but we won't be there.
Then rain will fall from the sky for a year
and rivers will traverse the Earth again,
they'll flow to the oceans
and the waves will reverberate off the beaches again
and up in the sky the rainbow will shine
but we won't be there.
And snow-covered mountain ranges
will border spruce forests,
no human hand will touch them
and the waves will reverberate off the beaches again
and up there, far away, the sky will be clear again
but we won't be there.
And the summer wind from the sea
will sing a song among a thousand crumbling buildings
among the ruins of cities
among houses and palaces that will be slowly crumbled by time
among cars and roads a new world will rise
but we won't be there.
And life returns from the forests and the sea
and the Earth will be populated again
with nights and days the sun will mark a thousand seasons
and the planet will travel through space as it always did
for at least a thousand centuries
but we won't be there.