Holzmichel

There is a forest in Saxony
Of dark, damp, and cold spruces
From there a song has sprung
That has been sung for years and days

They have been tormenting us for a long time
With a question throughout Germany
They sing there about a man
Who can neither live nor die well

It's about Holzmichel here
And no one knows how he is doing
There is also no one who knows him
Yet everyone keeps asking

Is the old Holzmichel still alive, Holzmichel still, Holzmichel still
Is the old Holzmichel still alive, Holzmichel still
I don't give a shit, don't give a shit, don't give a shit
I don't give a shit, I don't give a shit - yeah

It's torture and it tortures me greatly
The thought of murder comes easily
Why is there no one to plead with him
To finally go to the doctor

The Ore Mountains is his kingdom
Where he comes from doesn't matter to me
Because there is no one who knows him
Why does everyone keep asking

Is the old Holzmichel still alive, Holzmichel still, Holzmichel still
Is the old Holzmichel still alive, Holzmichel still
I don't give a shit, don't give a shit, don't give a shit
I don't give a shit, I don't give a shit - yeah

Is the old Holzmichel still alive, Holzmichel still, Holzmichel still
Is the old Holzmichel still alive, Holzmichel still
I don't give a shit, don't give a shit, don't give a shit
I don't give a shit, I don't give a shit - yeah