There is a forest in Saxony
from spruce trees dark, damp and cold
From there a song has sprung
that is being sung for years and days
We have been tortured for a long time now
with a question Germany far
They sing there from a man
who can neither live nor die well
It's the woodmilk that's here
and nobody knows how it is about him
there is no one who knows him either
anyway, everyone is constantly asking
Does the old wood-picker still live, Holzmichel still, Holzmichel still
The old wood-sheath still lives, Holzmichel still
I do not care, do not care, do not care
I do not care - I do not care - yes
(X2)
It is torture and torments me a lot
The idea of ??murder is not difficult
Why is there no one who implores him?
that he finally goes to the doctor
The Erzgebirge is his realm
where he comes from is equal to me
because here is no one who knows him
why all ask permanently
Does the old wood-picker still live, Holzmichel still, Holzmichel still
The old wood-sheath still lives, Holzmichel still
I do not care, do not care, do not care
I do not care, I do not care - it does not matter - yes
Only among all we can make this a better place :)