Day by day,
We are walking closer to doomsday.
How long will it take us to reach this day?
Maybe thousand years,
Or billion hours?
I don't know,
Does anyone knows?
The day we'll stop breathing,
The day we'll be dead and stop living.
Nobody knows this moment,
When our clothing will be white garments,
And the grave will be our new apartment.
Does anyone knows this day?
When we'll be buried with sand and the wet clay.