Nicolae Guță woke up in his mansion.The sun was shining through gold curtains.He felt a deep, heavy sadness.His phone was silent on the nightstand.He looked at the empty pillow beside him."How many days has it been?" he whispered. 💔 The Memory
He sat at his desk with a pen.The melody was already in his head.It was slow, soulful, and painful.He began to write the first lines: De atâtea zile, n-am mai vorbit... (For so many days, we haven't spoken...)The words flowed like a river of grief.He called his band to the studio immediately. 🎥 The Music Video NICOLAE GUTA - De atatea zile (VIDEOCLIP)
He walked to the grand piano.He saw a framed photo of her.She was laughing in a red dress.They had danced until dawn in Paris.Now, the house felt like a museum.Every expensive vase reminded him of her.He poured a coffee but didn't drink it. 🎵 The Inspiration Nicolae Guță woke up in his mansion