I was in a remote jungle and this shrewd Lumberjack br Who brought me to this matchwood factory? br These heartless machines break us into splinters. br I was happy when they put a black paste on my head and I thought it's a crown. br We brothers assorted in boxes and sent to the market. br Unfortunately this box of matches bought a drunkard. br And every five minutes he strikes us and lit a cigarette. br We all burned within a day and our ashes cursed the Lumberjack.