2009-09-25

LILT: Hilf Mir 1.0

This is such a sad song:
I was alone there in the house
Both of my parents had gone out
And then I saw before me there
A little box so fine and fair

I say “Look what is this joy
This looks like it's a great wee toy”
Just one match I have to strike
As when my mother needed light

Every time I am alone
To the fire I am drawn
Why doesn't the sunlight smell
Oh why don't I get well

It grabs at me and I don't fight
Jumps to my face with delight
It bites and hurts me a great deal
About the room I run and squeal

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 alone
To the fire I am drawn
Why doesn't the sunlight smell
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 entirely
There's nothing at all left of me
All alone from the embers
To sunshine I now emerge
The fire loves me
The fire loves me not

Help me

I know there are gaping holes in this one, and some of it's very awkward, but I will keep working on it.

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