Текст песни Roger Waters - Each Small Candle
Roger Waters - Each Small Candle слова песни
Not the torturer will scare meNor the body`s final fallNor the barrels of death`s riflesNor the shadows on the wallNor the night when to the groundThe last dim star of pain, is hurledBut the blind indifferenceOf a merciless, unfeeling worldLying in the burnt out shellOf some Albanian farmAn old BabushkaHolds a crying baby in her armsA soldier from the other sideA man of heart and prideBreaks ranks, lays down his rifleTo kneel by her sideHe gives her waterBinds her woundsAnd calms the crying childA touch gives absolution thenAcross the great divideHe picks his way back through the brokenChina of her lifeAnd there at the curbThe samaritan Serb turns and waves ... goodbyeAnd each small candleLights a corner of the darkEach small candleLights a corner of the darkEach small candle lights a corner of the darkWhen the wheel of pain stops turningAnd the branding iron stops burningWhen the children can be childrenWhen the desperados weakenWhen the tide rolls into greet themAnd the natural law of scienceGreets the humble and the mightyAnd the billion candles burningLights the dark side of every human mindEach small candleEach small candle (repeated)Each small candles lights the dark side of every human mindAnd each small candleLights a corner of the dark