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The water surface

The water surfacev6

@PaperCat

Quiet storm, mid-tempo R&B, smooth disco-funk, sensual electronic pop, silky nu-disco bassline, soft electric piano, atmospheric pads, 95 bpm, instrumental only; rounded syncopated bass, feather-light four-on-the-floor pulse with crisp muted percussion, gentle electric-piano chord voicings, airy pad swells, polished intimate mix, gradual layering and a smooth instrumental outro.

120 03.10.2026
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Текст песни

[Intro] A glass cathedral none could drink A silver thread on the river's brink [Verse 1] The water walked its own parade A polished blade that never strayed So flawless that no mouth would dare Disturb the stillness sleeping there And this was not a twist of fate A jewel locked behind a gate [Pre-Chorus] It lacked the willow's weeping hand The tangled roots that clutch the land It lacked the salt of living things The heavy crown a river brings [Chorus] It needed waves to crack its glass It needed stones to let it pass It needed life to make it whole This mirror with a hollow soul A glass cathedral none could drink A silver thread on the river's brink [Verse 2] It missed the moss upon its stone The silver fish that swam alone So thick with dragonflies and sun A feast of hunger left undone It missed the freedom just to be A restless, winding, wild sea [Chorus] It needed waves to crack its glass It needed stones to let it pass It needed life to make it whole This mirror with a hollow soul A glass cathedral none could drink A silver thread on the river's brink [Post-Chorus] Oh, let it run, oh, let it roam Oh, let it find its way back home Oh, let it ache, oh, let it bleed Oh, let it be what rivers need [Bridge] A polished diamond, cold and lone A mirror with no heart of stone No mud, no moss, no minnow's flight No shadow swallowing the light It begged for something real to hold A story waiting to be told [Chorus] It needed waves to crack its glass It needed stones to let it pass It needed life to make it whole This mirror with a hollow soul A glass cathedral none could drink A silver thread on the river's brink [Outro] A glass cathedral none could drink A silver thread on the river's brink It needed life to make it whole This mirror with a hollow soul

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