ностальгия бьёт по вискам (nostalgia pounds in my head)

**Intro:** We once drank to life and laughed until we cried. Now I drink for oblivion, but I can’t forget. [Guitar Solo] **(Verse 1)** I wake up — no clue what day it is. The room is a fog — stale booze and despair. Missed calls, shut out from everyone. Lying under the ceiling — no thoughts, no plan. *(No thoughts, no plan.)* [Guitar Solo] **(Chorus)** And nostalgia pounds in my head, A voice from childhood whispers: *"Remember."* [Guitar Solo] I REMEMBER! But memory is a cheap illusion, And the past grips my hands with its cold touch. [Guitar Solo] [Guitar Solo] [Guitar Solo] **(Verse 2)** The old fridge hums in the kitchen, A blizzard paints patterns on the glass. If only I could sleep And wake up in April, Where the sun shines, the yard is alive, And familiar voices laugh. [Guitar Solo] **(Chorus)** And nostalgia pounds in my head, A voice from childhood whispers: *"Remember."* [Guitar Solo] I remember... But memory is a cheap illusion, And the past grips my hands with its cold touch. [Guitar Solo] [Guitar Solo] The past grips My hands with its cold touch. [Guitar Solo] **(Bridge)** I’m behind the glass — you can’t reach me. I see myself, but I’m not who I was. I see my home, but I won’t return. We once drank to life and laughed until we cried… Now I drink for oblivion, but I can’t forget. The city is silent beyond the window, a frozen painting, And I keep staring into the void…