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Voices Behind Glass

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[Intro, Cinematic explosion, glitchy war FX, faint bandura loop, train rumble in distance] (slight delay FX, whispered) They said the war won’t touch us But I still smell the fire in the clothes we packed Our home… is now just a dot on the map (Explosion cut) (Drum machine kicks in — old cassette beat starts) ⸻ [Verse 1 – slurred vocal, lo-fi mic tone] Rolling through the backroads Lights blur past the glass One bag, no goodbye I didn’t ask why Flickers in the window Fields we used to play Now all I hear is static And all I do is pray I see faces in reflections But they vanish when I blink Used to know their voices Now they’re buried in the drink ⸻ [Hook – tape FX, delay, harmonika sample hidden deep] To the ones I left behind Are you still laughing in the rain? Some I’ll never see again Some forgot my name I keep driving like a ghost In a world that moves too fast You’re still with me in the smoke Just voices… behind the glass ⸻ [Verse 2 – staggered flow, glitches in syllables] I used to hate the taste Now I sip to feel you near One glass turns to silence Two — I forget the years Grandma stood in melting snow Last time — Moscow, long ago Maybe I won’t see her face No road leads back to that place My friends are in the city Or under foreign skies Some ran, some vanished Some still hear the cries ⸻ [Hook – dual vocal FX, soft VHS-filtered sopilka floating in the back] To the ones I left behind Are you still walking through my dreams? This road has no rewind Only broken movie scenes I keep drifting like a song On a tape that skips too fast Still hear you in the hum Just voices… behind the glass ⸻ [Bridge – emotional swell, layered whispers, distorted guitar bending] We’re alive but not at home We exist between the lines There’s a place that knew my name Now it’s lost in war and time ⸻ [Final Hook – soft glitch slowdown, train FX fading out] To the ones I’ll never hold I still toast you in the dark Even if this world forgets You remain inside my spark I keep singing with a crack Like a drunk with no one left Still feel you in the static Just voices… behind the glass