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Text skladby The Little Match Girl: Part II


z alba EP

Autor hudby: Fishartcollection
Autor textu: Ivan L.

"someone is just dead!"
said the little girl
as her old grandmother had told her
when a star falls, a soul ascends to god

she drew another match against the wall
and there stood the old grandmother
so bright and radiant, so mild
and with such an expression of love

"grandmother!" cried the little one
"oh, take me with you!
you go away when the match burns out
you vanish like everything before"

she rubbed the whole bundle of matches
she wanted to keep her grandma near her
and the matches gave such a brilliant light
that it was brighter than at noon-day

never before
was the grandmother so beautiful and tall
she took the little maiden on her arm
both flew in brightness and in joy so high
there was neither cold, nor hunger, nor anxiety
- they were with god

"she wanted to warm herself", people said
no one even dreamed of the splendor
in which, with her grandmother
she had entered on the joys of a new year