[Verse 1]
Turkey stands between the warring sides
Calling out a moratorium on the tides
No more strikes across that ancient water
Black Sea blood has claimed too many daughters
While diplomats are drafting careful pleas
Russian missiles cut through Kyiv's autumn breeze
Four souls taken near the capital's heart
One of them a child — torn whole worlds apart
[Chorus — Portuguese]
O mundo chora, mas o mundo vê
Quatro vidas perdidas, quem vai responder?
O inverno chega, e a luz se apagou
Ukraine segura o que ainda sobrou
[Verse 2]
Zelensky walks the streets of Belgrade now
A Moscow-friendly nation, yet he bows
To no one — pressing Serbia to hear
The weight of sovereignty is always clear
And back home in the dark, they brace the cold
Russian strikes have broken pipes and poles
Zelensky warns the winter will be raw
The power grid is fractured to the core
[Bridge]
There was a man they called the collector of the dead
Oleksiy Yukov walked where soldiers bled
He carried broken men from no-man's land
Until the war reclaimed him — empty hands
NPR said his name so we would know
That even those who gather grief must go
[Chorus — Portuguese]
O mundo chora, mas o mundo vê
Quatro vidas perdidas, quem vai responder?
O inverno chega, e a luz se apagou
Ukraine segura o que ainda sobrou
[Verse 3]
Ukraine is striking deep on Russian ground
Hitting where the pressure makes a sound
Fuel depots and supply lines going dark
Every calculated, deliberate mark
Two more killed in overnight exchanges
Thirty-one now wounded, counting ranges
The Institute of War maps every shift
Each reported gain — a temporary gift
[Verse 4]
The hospitals are running low on light
Generators humming through the night
Surgeons working under borrowed power
Saving lives inside a borrowed hour
Children learn their lessons underground
Shelters hold the laughter, hold the sound
Of a people who refuse to disappear
Who plant their flags in rubble, year by year
The teachers draw their maps by candlelight
And still they come to school despite the night
[Second Bridge]
The journalists are filing from the cold
Every dateline carries stories told
Of ordinary people, extraordinary weight
Of love that keeps on showing up to wait
For the soldier at the checkpoint, for the call
For the notification — dread of all
They document so memory won't fade
So the names aren't lost inside the trade
[Chorus — Portuguese]
O mundo chora, mas o mundo vê
Quatro vidas perdidas, quem vai responder?
O inverno chega, e a luz se apagou
Ukraine segura o que ainda sobrou
[Outro]
So the world witnesses, August keeps its toll
Turkey calls for pause across a fractured shoal
Kyiv mourns beneath the missile-scattered sky
And winter comes regardless — asking why
Este é o noticiário — agora você sabe
The war continues, and the whole world waits