Song | Each Small Candle |
Artist | Roger Waters |
Album | Flickering Flame: The Solo Years, Vol. 1 |
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... |
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... |