Текст песни The Little Matchstick Girl (Stephin Merritt) с переводом

So she lights another match

But soon the spark is gone

So she lights another match

And lives on

And she sees a stove of brass

How warm its fire burns!

But the match goes out

Alas, cold returns

So she lights another flame

And sees a table strewn

With dried fruit and meat and game

Bright as noon

Then, more splendid to behold

The goose hops from the plate

And walks forth, and then it’s cold

Dark, and late

And another tiny light

She sees a Christmas tree

All lit up with colors bright

And pretty

Then the Christmas lights rise higher

«A falling star!» she sighs

Then there is no other fire

And she dies

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