In A Hundred Years

Om hundrede år er alting glemt by Knut Hamsun
Translated and adapted by Kell Martin

 
 

I’m drifting tonight 
Thinking and struggling 
I feel like a capsized boat 
And all that I moan
And all that I suffer 
I can’t find any hope 

Then it hits me like a brick
In a hundred years 
In a hundred years 

Then it hits me like a brick
In a hundred years 
Who will remember it? 

Then I’d rather run around and sing this song 
And consider my life a novel 
And eat with God like a fucking pig
And drink the joy out of a bottle 

Then it sinks in a little bit
In a hundred years 
In a hundred years 

Then it sinks in a little bit
In a hundred years 
Who will remember it? 

Then I’d sooner put an end to the struggle
And walk into the ocean 
With my suffering soul 

The world will find me there sometime later
A corpse 
Naked and cold 

Then I think about it
In a hundred years
In a hundred years 

Then I think about it
In a hundred years
Who will remember it? 

Then it's better to wander and live
And write about every Christmas 
And die like a mogul of a book
More a protagonist 
Than a witness 

Then it brings me all in
In a hundred years 
In a hundred years 

Then it brings me all in
In a hundred years
Who will remember it?