I know my life is running down:
Each hour a solitude of pain,
No warmth beneath the eiderdown.
I never feared that I would drown;
Face up, I’d walk into the rain.
I know my life is running down.
My dreams are filled with my old town:
At night I visit there again.
No warmth beneath the eiderdown.
The tall blue spruce has been cut down –
It roots and stump alone remain.
I know my life is running down.
Is this the day of my sundown?
A traitor lurks in every vein:
No warmth beneath the eiderdown.
I hear the hum down to the bone,
My body’s shallow-breathed refrain.
I know my life is running down,
No warmth beneath the eiderdown.
