When the flowers of the world all fade away,
And the viable pollens have been blown away,
When the torrential rains of the mangroove stop,
and the lakes of the amazon suddenly dries up,
When the sun of the summer stops to shine,
And the appearance of the stars becomes impossible to define,
When the hope of the expectants seize to exist,
And the mansions of kings becomes short of feasts,
Whe the oil for our future have gone dry,
Then and only then will i say good-bye.