Roger Waters Each Small Candle HD

★ Roger Waters ❀ Each Small Candle ► Lyrics 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 hurled 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 To kneel by her side He gives her water Binds her wounds And calms the crying child A touch gives absolution then Across the great divide He picks his way back through the broken China of her life And there at the curb The samaritan Serb turns and waves ... goodbye