The end is near

The end is near,
the end is near,
‚t was the wind
to tell me this.

No time to cry,
just hold your breath,
and watch the world
crumbling to dust.

The sun expired
skies are black
angels: come(!) –
and hold me back!

Falling, falling,
down it goes
darkness ’s eating
friends and foes.

The end is near,
the end is near,
‚t was the wind
to tell me this.

No time to pray,
just catch a glimpse
of fear and hope
in childrens eyes

I have to scream,
I have to shout,
I have to fight,
this can’t be true!

And drowned in tears
all drenched in sweat,
I wake up screaming
in my bed.

While in a distance
far away
the wind is singing
songs for me.

Plays with the shutters
slams the doors
whistles, howls
and laughs at me.

The end is near,
the end is near,
‚t was the wind
to tell me this.

Was it a lie,
or was it true
these words he said
about our crazy world?

What shall I do
what to believe
at crack of dawn
till the next night?

Es ist schon seltsam, manche Dinge kann ich einfach in englisch besser aufschreiben…