[00:00.00] 作词 : Waters
[01:51.67]Not the torturer will scare me
[01:55.78]Nor the body's final fall
[01:58.93]Nor the barrels of death's rifles
[02:03.61]Nor the shadows on the wall
[02:06.92]Nor the night when to the ground
[02:10.93]The last dim star of pain, is held
[02:14.84]But the blind indifference
[02:19.36]Of a merciless unfeeling world
[03:13.55]Lying in the burnt out shell
[03:19.01]Of some Albanian farm
[03:22.95]An old Babushka
[03:25.49]Holds a crying baby in her arms
[03:31.37]A soldier from the other side
[03:35.58]A man of heart and pride
[03:39.82]Breaks ranks, lays down his rifle
[03:43.28]And kneels by her side
[03:54.18]He binds her wounds
[03:56.75]He gives her food
[03:58.95]And calms the crying child
[04:02.89]She gives him absolution then
[04:06.92]Across the great divide
[04:10.82]He picks his way back through the broken
[04:15.38]China of her life
[04:19.19]And there at the kerb
[04:21.42]The samaritan
[04:22.17]Serb turns..
[04:23.83]Turns and waves.. goodbye
[04:36.07]And each small candle
[04:39.61]Lights a corner of the dark
[04:44.42]Each small candle
[04:48.27]Lights a corner of the dark
[04:52.73]Each small candle lights a corner of the dark
[04:56.58]When the wheel of pain stops turning
[04:58.75]And the branding iron stops burning
[05:00.81]When the children can be children
[05:02.71]When the desperados weaken
[05:04.92]When the tide rolls into greet them
[05:06.87]And the natural law of science
[05:08.80]Greets the humble and the mighty
[05:10.72]And the billion candles burning
[05:12.79]Lights the dark side of every human mind
[06:43.09]Each small candle
[06:51.46]Each small candle
[06:59.08]Each small candle
[07:06.90]Each small candle
[07:15.00]Each small candle
[07:25.67]Each small candles lights the dark side of every human mind
[07:59.69]And each small candle
[08:03.88]Lights a corner of the dark

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
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
Each small candle
Each small candle
Each small candle
Each small candles lights the dark side of every human mind
And each small candle
Lights a corner of the dark