From Leipzig to Bad Düben
As in a fabled time
When Kohlhaas fought injustice
That led him into crime
On the reaches of the Mulde
A wronged trader turned to theft
Even though he hadn’t oughta
He saw no option left
And then they stole my horses
My options too were few
A man opposing evil forces
Unsure as what to do
But as luck would have it
Like the von Kleist story told
I took to heart Kohlhase
Those who’d wronged me I would scold
Though in exile in Bad Düben
It’s still the patients I’ll defend
And put all the hearts in Sachsen
Swiftly on the mend
