lunedì 21 novembre 2022

Andrea Vercesi "The Little Match Girl"-I testi



 THE LITTLE MATCH GIRL (music & lyrics: Andrea Vercesi)

Snow... Cold... Dark.

It was the last eve of the year.

There was a girl.

She was poor and little.

She was walking through the streets .

barefoot.

She was the little match girl.

Pictur e of misery.

Someon e will die

when the match goe s out...when the match goe s out.

Poor little girl,

where do you go?

Alone...

with your feet in the snow.

What are you looking for?

She was the little match girl

Picture of misery x 2

Someon e will die

when the match goes out...when the match goe s out.


SLIPPERS (music & lyrics: Andrea Vercesi)

When she left her house

she was wearing slippers .

They were very big,

too big for her.

Maybe

he had bor rowed them

from her mother

definitely not from his father.

Slippers warmed your feet

but who will warm you heart?

Look at your little feet

quite red and blue with the cold

Where did you lose

your slippers?

"I had lost them

running across the road.

Two carriages had rattled by

terribly fast"

Slippers warmed your feet

but who will warm you heart?

"One slipper I'd not been able

to find again...

and a boy had run off

with the other one"


A CRADLE WITH A SLIPPER (music & lyrics: Andrea Vercesi)

Poor little girl

where do you go?

And where did that boy go

with your slipper in his hand?

Your hear t and your ears

have listened to his tale.

A tale of hunger

and great hardship.

The greatest rich is the one

who gives those few things he owns

And you, little match girl

you didn' t chase that boy

while he ran away.

He told you

he could very well use your slipper

as a cradle one day

when he would have

his own children.

The greatest rich is the one

who give s thos e few things he owns


BOXES OF MATCHES (music & lyrics: Andrea Vercesi)

She carried package s of matches

in his old apron.

In that little hand

she had anothe r one.

"Sir do you want to buy a box of mat ches ?"

"Lady do you want matches to light the stove?"

No one had bought

any matche s from her.

all day long,

No one had given her a cent,

poor little girl.

"Sir do you want to buy a box of matches ?"

"Lady do you want mat che s to light the stove?"

You are freezing

little girl.

You are starving

poor little girl.

Everyone thinks about

going home to shelter .

Nobody helps

the little match girl.

"Sir do you want to buy a box of mat ches ?"

"Lady do you want mat che s to light the stove?"


A PICTURE OF MISERY (music & lyrics: Andrea Vercesi)

Snowflakes fell on her long hair,

curls over her neck.

it was New Year's eve

but she was alone freezing in the street .

She was get ting colder and colder

She had earned no single cent.

Her fathe r would surely beat her

as he used to do.

Pictur e of misery.

You don’t dream of hairs tyles,

beautiful clothes

or comfor t abl e shoes.

You just want to sell your matches

to bring home some money.

Light s were shining in all the windows

wonde rful smell of roast goos e was in the air.

But she didn't dare to go home

'caus e she know what await ed her at home.


IN A CORNER (music & lyrics: Andrea Vercesi)

In a corner she sat down

her little feet under her.

She thought of her house

and of the cold that passed through the walls.

There' s no hope for a poor child

in a world wher e everyone thinks of themselves .

Her hands wer e almos t dead with cold.

So she decided

to try to warm up

with his matches

She drew one out.

Magically,

she were sitting in front of a great iron stove.

The fire burned.

But when the little flame went out,

the stove vanished,

A burnt match in her hand.

There' s no hope for a poor child

in a world wher e everyone thinks of themselves .

Her hands wer e almost dead with cold.

So she decided

to try to warm up

with his matches

She struck anothe r match

and she could see through the transparen t wall.

On the table a roast goose. It jumped down

with a knife and fork in its breast .

Then the match went out,

A burnt match in her hand.


ANOTHER MATCH (music & lyrics: Andrea Vercesi)

She lighted another match.

The most beautiful Chris tma s tree in front of her.

Thousands of candles burned

on the green branches ,

looked down at her.

Then the match went out.

Christmas light s went higher.

They wer e as bright stars in the sky.

One of them fell down,

forming a long line of fire.

The little girl thought of her old grandmother

who had loved her

and who was now dead.

She had told her that when a star fell down

a soul went up to God.

Christma s light s went higher.

They were as bright stars in the sky.

One of them fell down.

Someon e will die.

She rubbed another match against the wall.

and the old granny shining,

smiling at the little girl.

"Grandmother !

Take me with you!

I know you will disappear

when the match is burned out.

You will vanish like all the things I saw"

One of the stars fell down. Someon e will die.


BUNDLE OF MATCHES (music & lyrics: Andrea Vercesi)

She was a little poor match girl.

With a great big, beating heart .

It warmed her

but not enough.

Do you want to know

how the little match girl died?

In the corne r sat the little girl

with red cheeks. A smile on her mouth.

Frozen to death on the last evening of the old year.

She sat ther e holding the matche s .

One bundle was almost burned.

Do you want to know

how the little match girl died?

"She wanted to warm herself"... people said.

No one imagined what beaut iful things she had seen,

How happily she had gone

into the bright New Year?

Do you want to know

how the little match girl died?

The matches burned.

Granny had never been so beautiful.

The little match girl in her arms.

They both flew into the sky.

Up ther e was neither cold,

nor fear,

nor hunge r .

They were together . ..

with God.