Om hundrede aar er alting glemt - Lumsk

Jeg driver iaften og tænker og strider

Jeg synes jeg er som en kantret Baad

Og alt hvad jeg jamrer og alt hvad jeg lider

Saa ser jeg mig ingen Raad

Men hvi skal jeg være så haardt beklemt?

Om hundrede Aar er alting glemt

Da hopper jeg heller og synger en Vise

Og holder mit Liv for en skjøn Roman

Jeg æter ved Gud som en fuldvoksen Rise

Og drikker som bare Fan

Men hvi skal jeg fare med al den Skjæmt?

Om hundrede Aar er alting glemt

Saa stanser jeg virkelig heller Striden

Og ganger tilsjøs med min pinte Sjæl

Der finder nok Verden mig engang siden

Saa bitterlig druknet ihjæl

Men hvi skal jeg ende saa altfor slemt?

Om hundrede Aar er alting glemt

A nei, det er bedre at rusle og leve

Og skrive en Bog til hver kommende Jul

Og stige tilslut til en Versets Greve

Og dø som Romanens Mogul

Da er der blot dette som gjør mig forstemt:

Om hundrede Aar er alting glemt

I drive tonight and think and fight

I think I'm like a capsized Baad

And everything I moan and everything I suffer

Then I see no advice

But why should I be so hard pressed?

In a hundred years, everything will be forgotten

Then I rather jump and sing a Vise

And keep my Life for a beautiful Novel

I eat by God like a grown Rise

And drinks like just Fan

But why should I go with all that scare?

In a hundred years, everything will be forgotten

Then I really would rather stop the fight

And times at sea with my tormented Soul

The world will probably find me sometime later

So bitterly drowned to death

But why should I end up so too bad?

In a hundred years, everything will be forgotten

A no, it's better to stroll and live

And write a Book for every coming Christmas

And rise connect to a Count of Verse

And die as the Mogul of the Novel

Then there is only this which makes me depressed:

In a hundred years, everything will be forgotten