>>2571667Listen to this
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MXr2iAQTMo0It's based on this poem:
English translation :
I`m drifting tonight, thinking and striding, I think I am like a capsized boat, and all that I moan and all that I suffer, I can`t find any remedy. But why should I have it so hard In a hundred years everything is forgotten.
Then I`ll rather skip around and sing a song, and consider my life a beautiful novel. I eat with God like a full-grown giant And drink like the devil himself. But why should I mess around so much? In a hundred years everything is forgotten.
Then I`ll really rather stop fighting, and walk into the ocean with my suffering soul. There the world will probably find me sometime later, so bitterly drowned. But why should I end in such a hard way? In a hundred years everything is forgotten.
Oh no, it is better to wander and live, and write a book for each coming Christmas and ascend to a count of song and die like a mogul of novel Then it is only this that makes me gloomy: In a hundred years, everything is forgotten.
