I was all alone at home
Both my parents were out
Then I suddenly saw a little box standing in front of me
It was nice to look at
Oh, I said how beautiful and fine
That must be an excellent toy
I light a stick
As my mother often did
Whenever I I'm lonely
I'm drawn to the fire
Why is the sun round
Why don't I get well
It grabs me, I don't defend myself
Jumps at me with claws in the face
It bites me hard, it hurts me a lot
I jump back and forth in the room
Oh dear, the flame touches the dress
The jacket It burns, it shines far away
My hand burns, my hair burns
I burn all over, even
Whenever I'm lonely
I'm drawn to the fire
Why the sun is round
Why don't I get well
The fire loves me
Help me
The fire doesn't love me
The fire loves me
I am burned with skin and hair
Everything is burned completely
From the ashes all alone
I rise to the sunshine
The fire loves me
The fire does not love me
Help me

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