Из альбома: A Realm of Tales

The terribly cold, snow falls in the streets
Flakes covered the poor little girl
Walks around with naked feet
She holds a bundle matches in her hand
Tried to sell them all the day
But nobody needs just a single flame
The little girl creeps along
Hungry in the cold
Passing by warm snug rooms
With illumed windows
She looks trough the window candle lights
It seems so warm and shines so bright
She ignites one match, just a single flame
The fire burns so auspiciously
Warmed so delightfully
No more starve, no more freeze
The flames reveals the end of all her sufferings
Then the small light dies
Left her starve, left her freeze
Left her starve left her freeze
All that remains
Is a burned match in her hand
Like a hollow promise
Broken by certain death
She rubs the whole bundle against the wall
It inflames so bright and tall
What a brilliant light like a single flame
The fire burns so auspiciously
Warmed so delightfully
No more starve, no more freeze
The flames reveals the end of all her sufferings
Just follow that light
No more starve, no more freeze
No more starve, no more freeze
In the corner at the cold hour of dawn
Sits the lone poor girl with a smiling mouth
She leans against the wall frozen to death
Stiff and stark sits the child
Holding a burnt match
Follow the light, my little match girl
Follow the light, my little match girl
Just follow the light

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