Кугульта

The first full tank of gas bought with money earned on a construction site, a bumpy road, and a radio that played louder than reason. Back then, all it took was five hundred rubles to feel like an adult and one glance to forget everything. Years later, the same streets greet a different person: with a car, plans for Moscow, and other people's children in their stories. But when you see familiar eyes, you're sixteen again. The same benches, neighbors staring at the car, and a heart that remembers the route better than any navigation system. Music about how time flies, but inside, nothing seems to change.