N the frightful cold she was frozen to the bone
In the dark empty streets she was crawling along
The firegiver matches squeezing in her rags
Barefooted New Years Eve, the last celebration for the little girl
Retreated into the corner of an approaching house
How wonderful it would be to see just one single flame
Finally she took the plunge and struck a match
How merrily it crackled, how it warmed, how it glared
She took another match and struck again
Wonderful visions came as it glared again
It was so beautiful to see the flame
Like sitting in front of an iron stove
The wall became clear in the magic light
Set table with delicious meals but it all had to go
Next she saw a Christmas tree with millions of candles
All ascended into the stars, but one fell down
Somebody died, she said
As her Grandma had told her
Granny please don't leave me here!
She cried as her shape appeared
As they left this world behind
Only the flames stayed there
In the twilight she was found dead
With a smile on her face
Poor little match girl, she wanted to be warm
Why?