Imagine there's a planet somewhere
inhabited by intelligent beings
who perhaps look similar to us
and on this planet there are libraries with books aplenty
written by Poets, Philosophers and Scientists
And perhaps when hate and greed in the world
increases, so that nothing, but absolutely nothing
more can save them
then perhaps there will also be a book called:
"The Decline of the Earth"
it will report about us, about our life,
about our death
and about a fire so immense, that no tears
could put it out
down to the last second, when the earth ceased to exist.
And out of ten billion eyes tears of mourning ran
and a sea of tears that overflew,
bursting the last dam of hope.
and out of ten billion eyes tears of mourning ran
and a sea of tears that overflew,
bursting the last dam of hope.
A floating grave in the universe where no flower grows
the continents melted, the seas dried up -
a black rock
and how bitterly ironic: not one single weapon
will threaten the dead planet anymore
And out of ten billion eyes tears of mourning ran
and a sea of tears that overflew,
bursting the last dam of hope.
and out of ten billion eyes tears of mourning ran
and a sea of tears that overflew,
bursting the last dam of hope.
And whoever wants the earth never to weep again,
whoever will be united with us against death by radiation,
he sees to it that this book will never be published
For the ten billion eyes wish to see the earth to be alive
it should be a home for love and security
without fears
for the ten billion eyes wish to see the earth to be alive
it should be a home for love and security
without fears