La Profecía

When the green
Covers all the cities
And the flowers don't stop blooming

When the blue of the sea
Covers all the ports
And silences the desire to burn fuel
In the middle of this fire

This will be my prophecy
We will die of love
When everything falls apart
To be reborn
With a new soul
Without having tried before
Having suffered so much
Lost too much by not knowing when to stop

When the smoke covers the skies
And there's no bird willing to sing
When the rain isn't rain
And the river takes away our old home

This will be my prophecy
We will die of love
When everything falls apart
To be reborn
With a new soul
Just by looking at you, it's so clear
Sooner rather than later
You'll discover, brother, that it's better
To die of love