2010-03-21

LILT: Hilf Mir 3.0

Done and done (no change):
I am alone in the house
Both of my parents have gone out
Then I hear calling out to me
The little box I hoped to see

So I say “What is this joy?
This is the very best of toys”
I only need one match alight
I ape my mother as she'd strike

Every time I am forlorn
To fire's light I'm ever drawn
Why can't I escape its spell
Oh why don't I get well

It grabs at me and I don't fight
It flies at my face with delight
It bites and hurts me a great deal
About the room I dance and reel

Oh dear, the fire licks my clothes
My jacket burns so hot it glows
My hand is burnt, and so's my hair
Now I am burning everywhere

Every time I am forlorn
To fire's light I'm ever drawn
Why can't I escape its spell
Oh why don't I get well

The fire loves me
Help me
The fire loves me not
The fire loves me

I have burned up entirely
There's nothing but ash left of me
To sunshine I now emerge
From the ash to which I burned
The fire loves me
The fire loves me not

Help me

[original lyrics & translation]

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