This story started quite some time ago
A white light hovered above an abyss
We were born with a spoon, sit down at the table
Everything is ready for us
In honor of Tu Bishvat (1) I plucked a small tree
Well luckily my baby was born degenerate
Breathing slowly, there's no more oxygen left
We're here on our own.
There is nothing left to burn
All has already withered,
We're blind all the way to the end
Waiting for the flood,
That's about to break forth
Blind to the end,
We're waiting for the flood
That any minute will wash down, any minute
Here it comes now.. (Here it comes)
Coming from the west
Right into our homes
Here it comes now.. (Here it comes)
The abominable filth will wash us away
Here it comes now.. (Here it comes)
As if we wouldn't have known