Бочка Дубовая

change is coming I can sense it now
The weight is lifting and I'm sinking down
Birds are flying in the trees below
The tears are coming, I just let it go
If I could I'd hold this moment
If I could I'd make it last
Sometimes life just seems to shatter
Like we're made of glass

Breath on the water, dust in the sand
Make this moment last
Breath on the water, dust in the sand
We're all made of glass

I feel the wonder in my flesh and bones
I feel the hunger, will you take me home
Birds are flying in the trees below
The tears are coming, I just let it go

Sometimes life just seems to shatter
Like we're made of glass
If I could I'd hold this moment
If I could I'd make it last

Breath on the water, dust on the sand
Make this moment last
Breath on the water, dust on the sand
We're all made of glass