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
And each small candle Lights a corner of the dark Each small candle Lights a corner of the dark Each small candle lights a corner of the dark When the wheel of pain stops turning And the branding iron stops burning When the children can be children When the desperados weaken When the tide rolls into greet them And the natural law of science Greets the humble and the mighty And the billion candles burning Lights the dark side of every human mind
Each small candle Each small candle (repeated) Each small candles lights the dark side of every human mind
And each small candle Lights a corner of the darkTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
