I have visions of the end of the world
I have visions of the end of the world
I have visions of the end of the world
I have visions of the end of the world

I have visions of a New world
I have visions of a New world
I have visions of a New world
I have visions of a New world

I have visions of the end of the world
I have visions of a New world

Shaman's vision
In the acrid smoke
Sugar cane plantation
Song of Whites, of Blacks ochre color
I have the incandescent pen, my eyes widen (hey)
In my fluorescent dreams there are jaguars in slow motion (ha)
The Earth is in distress I hear the Gods groaning (hun)
Anger, tenderness, let me join the two

I have visions of the end of the world, I have visions of the end of the world
I have visions of the end of the world, I have visions of the end of the world, I have visions of the end of the world
I have visions of a New world
I have visions of a New world
I have visions of a New world
I have visions of a New world

The eyes are rolled back, I smoked magic
I smoked magic until-until aphasia
I hear the heart going away (han han), the flowers tremble, I feel bad (ah)
The end of time is speeding up, I crush the cone in the ashtray (han han)
Like forests that ignite and mercury that flares up (ah)
Leave the world without a soul (han), I have the shaman's visions
I make life a pretext to write poems (poems, poems)
I make my texts storms (storms), rivers, totems
I make life a pretext (pretext) to write poems (poems)
I make my texts storms (hou, he he), rivers, totems
We play spit-spit (spit) H smoke
Detach my HH, drop lines like punch'
I talk about what annoys even if I chew the words
I make texts as long as the blaze of a Malagasy
Tchin, there's champagne in my calabash, snare drum
It's the cosa no stress, let it be
I take my stuff, break, don't care about their promises
We don't save the planet with S apples (han)
I come to set the table again (hin hin)
Outside it's not all green, seems that time is nuclear (ouh)
I'm sitting under the acid rain, witnessing this world we're decimating
To the choice we're making, to the end we're drawing
Yes yes, my multi-syllables on probation are suffocating in this absurd world of Sisyphus
And if they're as stupid as we imagine, we'll all go to Hell sweating like at the gym club

I have visions of the end of the world
I have visions of the end of the world
I have visions of the end of the world
I have visions of the end of the world
I have visions of a New world
I have visions of a New world
I have visions of a New world
I have visions of a New world

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