Each Small Candle Lyrics

Song	Each Small Candle
Artist	Roger Waters
Album	Flickering Flame: The Solo Years, Vol. 1
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	作词 : Waters
	Not the torturer will scare me
	Nor the body's final fall
	Nor the barrels of death's rifles
	Nor the shadows on the wall
	Nor the night when to the ground
	The last dim star of pain, is held
	But the blind indifference
	Of a merciless unfeeling world
	Lying in the burnt out shell
	Of some Albanian farm
	An old Babushka
	Holds a crying baby in her arms
	A soldier from the other side
	A man of heart and pride
	Breaks ranks, lays down his rifle
	And kneels by her side
	He binds her wounds
	He gives her food
	And calms the crying child
	She gives him absolution then
	Across the great divide
	He picks his way back through the broken
	China of her life
	And there at the kerb
	The samaritan
	Serb turns..
	Turns and waves.. goodbye
	And each small candle
	Lights a corner of the dark...

	zuo ci : Waters
	Not the torturer will scare me
	Nor the body' s final fall
	Nor the barrels of death' s rifles
	Nor the shadows on the wall
	Nor the night when to the ground
	The last dim star of pain, is held
	But the blind indifference
	Of a merciless unfeeling world
	Lying in the burnt out shell
	Of some Albanian farm
	An old Babushka
	Holds a crying baby in her arms
	A soldier from the other side
	A man of heart and pride
	Breaks ranks, lays down his rifle
	And kneels by her side
	He binds her wounds
	He gives her food
	And calms the crying child
	She gives him absolution then
	Across the great divide
	He picks his way back through the broken
	China of her life
	And there at the kerb
	The samaritan
	Serb turns..
	Turns and waves.. goodbye
	And each small candle
	Lights a corner of the dark...

	zuò cí : Waters
	Not the torturer will scare me
	Nor the body' s final fall
	Nor the barrels of death' s rifles
	Nor the shadows on the wall
	Nor the night when to the ground
	The last dim star of pain, is held
	But the blind indifference
	Of a merciless unfeeling world
	Lying in the burnt out shell
	Of some Albanian farm
	An old Babushka
	Holds a crying baby in her arms
	A soldier from the other side
	A man of heart and pride
	Breaks ranks, lays down his rifle
	And kneels by her side
	He binds her wounds
	He gives her food
	And calms the crying child
	She gives him absolution then
	Across the great divide
	He picks his way back through the broken
	China of her life
	And there at the kerb
	The samaritan
	Serb turns..
	Turns and waves.. goodbye
	And each small candle
	Lights a corner of the dark...

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