I needed money to get a loaf of bread.
"Won't you buy some matches?"
People wouldn't turn around for me...
If only to freeze my hope, my body trembled in the cold.
Asking for a little warmth,
I lit a fire at the tip of a match.
I could see a vision of my grandmother swaying before me.
Hey, charm me with a recollection of absolute bliss.
The yellow phosphorus creates a flame which warms up my body and soul....
When I return to reality, there's loneliness over the unsold items.
Until all these matches are sold,
my father won't let me eat anything.
There's just no way I'm going to be cold and hungry....
I lit my house on fire with my father waiting inside.
Come on, burn with anguish a thousand-fold!
Because I burned down the house I was brought up in, I bought a loaf of bread with some coins.
They won't let me off for that serious crime.
My body is bound.
At my feet, the executioner lit a fire.
I just wanted to eat a loaf of bread...
They couldn't even allow that.
The yellow phosphorus creates a flame which burns my body and soul away to nothing, while grandma welcomes me home.
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