Kaspar Hauser [English translation]

He was helpless and ragged,

when they found him in Nürnberg.

He understood nothing and stayed silent –

his background: unknown.

People marveled at him;

his secret attracted them.

He was a bastard and a clown for them –

half-animal, half-man.

Kaspar Hauser is what they called him –

Kaspar Hauser, who didn't understand a word.

He carried a letter in his left hand,

but his secret stayed unknown.

They schooled him, bit by bit,

but they still had their suspicions:

"He knows more than he's telling us,

so watch yourself around him!"

Perhaps he was the son of a king,

who someone cheated out of his throne,

and who, just by chance, escaped,

and who they thought was dead.

But one day Kaspar Hauser came home

with a knife wound in his breast.

He died just like he always was – alone.

Why and how, no one knew.

Why and how, no one every knew.

Kaspar Hauser is what they called him –

Kaspar Hauser, who didn't understand a word.

He carried a letter in his left hand,

but his secret stayed unknown.