In the last evening of the year,
the wind was blowing, the snow was falling.
Everyone was at home with cheer,
but on the street,
a poor little girl was wandering.

She was selling matches for a penny,
but no one was willing to pay any.
She couldn’t go home,
until she sold some.

Shivering with cold, she lighted a match,
R-r-ratch!
The bright flame, gave a strange light!
It seemed that the girl was sitting next to an iron stove!
But the match was no longer bright.

Shivering with hunger, she lighted a match,
R-r-ratch!
The bright flame, gave a strange light!
It seemed that a roast goose with a knife and fork was running to the girl!
But the match was no longer bright.

Shivering with sadness, she lighted a match,
R-r-ratch!
The bright flame, gave a strange light!
It seemed that the girl was sitting under a Christmas tree!
But the match was no longer bright.

Suddenly, a star fell down.
The girl put her head down.
“Someone is dying,” thought the girl,
that her grandmother told her before.
She was the only person who loved the girl,
but she was living in the paradise happily.

The girl lighted a match again,
the flame gave a strange light again.
But this time,
she saw her grandmother!
Her grandmother took the girl in her arm,
and flew up high in the sky,
to the place
neither cold,
nor hunger,
nor fear
and with God.