Текст Charlotte Church – Water Tower

I am a water tower
Heavy is my head
And when the land around you is dying
I will keep your fields fed

The things with tiny bones
Scurry round my legs
And they nag at me with their hopes;
Little dreams for little heads.
I wish I could clear them all,
Sweep them up combustible,
Burn them in a crucible.
From their sacrifice a light
To keep you company tonight
Keep you company tonight.

Snap them up like crocodile
Retreat to river with a smile;
Just to know
They won’t
Be bugging you anymore,
That’s a fair reward.