[Verse 1] Trump says the shooting stops, then the invoices begin — US will do business, with Kyiv and with the Kremlin, trading with both sides once the guns go quiet, peace framed like a market, not a moral diet. Call it realpolitik, cold as a ledger line, "Geschäft ist Geschäft" — business stays business, every time. Oleshky's ceasefire holds, aid trucks finally through, but Moscow says talks restart next month — something new. [Verse 2] Shevchuk walks to Rome with an entreaty in his hand — that's a heartfelt plea, a church man's humble demand, carries Ukraine's prayers folded in his coat, a list of prisoners, names the Pope must note. Not politics this time, just a quiet ask for grace, Vatican halls holding grief from a battered place. Meanwhile diesel tankers sail from Russia west, bound for North America — sanctions put to the test. [Chorus] Mir, mir, перемирие signed, ceasefire in one city, war still on the line. Frieden später — peace is always timed, Ukraine war today, October twenty-five. Надежда flickers, business deals combine, Frieden, мир, read between each headline. [Verse 3] CNN's asking: could Kyiv stand up alone? Starlink's back online, but dependence has a tone — drones need the data, troops need the parts, one ally's patience can unravel battle charts. Reliance isn't weakness, it's just how modern war's designed, but questions linger heavy on the home-front mind. And the arms makers whisper, "nothing's ever done" — a weapon's "finished" model dies before it's won, upgraded mid-conflict, that's attrition's pace, the slow wearing down of both machine and face. [Verse 4] Brussels drafts a framework, Berlin hedges its bet, every chancellor calculating what the ledger yet owes to steel and gas pipes, owes to votes back home, while the soldiers in Donbas count the shells alone. Analysts on screens parse body language, parse the pause, searching Putin's phrasing for some hidden clause. Markets barely flinch now, war's become routine, a line of scrolling text beneath the evening scene. Still the children learn their lessons underground in Kharkiv's dark, sirens are the recess bell, the blackout is the mark. [Bridge] Waffen never resting, iteration never ends, каждый день — переговоры, promises like trends. Ribbon-cutting ceremonies for a war that still extends, Oleshky's quiet corner where the broken hand mends. [Chorus] Mir, mir, перемирие signed, ceasefire in one city, war still on the line. Frieden später — peace is always timed, Ukraine war today, October twenty-five. Надежда flickers, business deals combine, Frieden, мир, read between each headline. [Outro] Prayers to Rome, tankers out to sea, a ceasefire sketched in pencil, history still TBD. October twenty-five, write it down, hold the date — tomorrow the map shifts, newsline please translate.
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