David Lang - 4. In an Old Apron | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• David Lang
• 4. In an Old Apron

In an old apron she carried a number of matches, and had a bundle of them in her hands. No one
had bought anything of her the whole day, nor had any one given her even a penny. Shivering with
cold and hunger, she crept along; poor little child, she looked the picture of misery. The snowflakes
fell on her long, fair hair, which hung in curls on her shoulders, but she regarded them not.