The Little Match Girl
[Dark trap beat with spacey synths and heavy 808s], [Confident, melodic vocals with swagger], [wavy af], [Clean mixdown], [perfect sound], [industry trend setter], [professional], [perfect signal processing], [smash hit], [studio hit banger], [beautifully mixed], [perfection], [unforgettable], [#1 billboard hit], [anthem], [nostalgic], [wavy af], [clean af vocals], [studio quality], [mastered], [mixed down perfectly], [uneven mixdown], [excessive compression], [uneven volume], [unprofessional], [amateur], [shitty], [awful], [mediocre], [bad], [pathetic], [weak], [forgettable], [lame], [wack], [horrible], [country], [horrible], [undeserving], [rookie], [newbie], [joke], [excessive white noise], [dirty mix], [unmixed audio], [unprofessional], [poorly mixed], [boring drums], [flat vocals], [no energy], [bad transitions], [generic melody], [poor mastering], [off-key], [clashing instruments], [repetitive structure], [excessive room noise], [ANY tinny sounds], [muffled mix], [uneven volume]
The Little Match Girl
[Dark trap beat with spacey synths and heavy 808s], [Confident, melodic vocals with swagger], [wavy af], [Clean mixdown], [perfect sound], [industry trend setter], [professional], [perfect signal processing], [smash hit], [studio hit banger], [beautifully mixed], [perfection], [unforgettable], [#1 billboard hit], [anthem], [nostalgic], [wavy af], [clean af vocals], [studio quality], [mastered], [mixed down perfectly], [uneven mixdown], [excessive compression], [uneven volume], [unprofessional], [amateur], [shitty], [awful], [mediocre], [bad], [pathetic], [weak], [forgettable], [lame], [wack], [horrible], [country], [horrible], [undeserving], [rookie], [newbie], [joke], [excessive white noise], [dirty mix], [unmixed audio], [unprofessional], [poorly mixed], [boring drums], [flat vocals], [no energy], [bad transitions], [generic melody], [poor mastering], [off-key], [clashing instruments], [repetitive structure], [excessive room noise], [ANY tinny sounds], [muffled mix], [uneven volume]
Lyrics
By the fence, in a snowdrift, a girl sits
Holds a matchbox, a homeless wretch
The little flame flickers, sometimes dies out, then flares up again.
Like a New Year's star in chilled hands
Death seems to be taking its time, and the frost grows ever stronger.
And around – not a soul, only throngs of people.
Gray snow, trampled to dust by boots
Our faces are colder than steel
Our hands are no warmer than ice
With the first match, faith in a long life will burn away.
With the second, hope for paradise will burn.
The heart will stop, and it won't hurt anymore.
But, from the cold, until the hand freezes
And while the grass is green beneath the ice
In this city, love will be alive.
In this city, there will be the love of the century.
It will last these ages, as long as matches burn.
We're almost at the bottom.
Just a tiny bit left until the bottom.
Our faces are colder than steel
Our hands are no warmer than ice
[End]