torsdag, januari 15, 2009
Om hundra år är väl allting glömt
Text Knut Hamsun
I wander this evening, thinking and brooding,
I think I am like a capsized boat.
And despite alle my mourning and all my suffering,
can I see no salvation.
But why shall I feel in such a harrowing plight?
In a hundred years shall it all be forgotten.
So finally I cease my struggle,
plunging into the sea with my battered soul.
There shall the world finally find me,
so bitterly drowned to Death.
But why shall I perish in such a sinister fashion?
In a Hundred years shall it all be forgotten.