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.
