[Verse 1]
Fifteen bodies counted where the cabins stood
A place for rest became a wound upon the map
Al Jazeera filmed the rubble, CBC confirmed the grief
Fourteen dead in strikes — no ceasefire, no mishap
The Guardian reports a weapons exhibition
Near Kyiv leveled by a Russian missile run
Ossuary of ambitions, steel and concrete
Each headline is a dirge before it's done
[Chorus — Ukrainian]
Україна, ти стоїш в диму
Серце плаче, але не здаємо
Le monde regarde, le ciel reste gris
On compte les morts dans la nuit sans merci
Україна — ми тут, ми тут
[Verse 2]
Zelenskyy speaks of North Korean soldiers
Conscripted ghosts imported for this war
Russia pulling proxies like a marionette
Across the continent from shore to borrowed shore
An expert warns the drones above Iran
Could braid two conflicts into something worse
Entangled wars — the word for it is *concatenation*
One thread pulled tight unravels every verse
[Bridge]
Kazakhstan proposed a freeze, a glacial pause
But Moscow says Kyiv won't accept the clause
So the war bleeds into commerce, into code
Ukraine struck Wildberries — Russia's marketplace, their veins
Small vendors watching storefronts go to smoke
The conflict crawling inward through the mundane lanes
*Concatenation* — binding chains to chains
[Chorus — Ukrainian]
Україна, ти стоїш в диму
Серце плаче, але не здаємо
Le monde regarde, le ciel reste gris
On compte les morts dans la nuit sans merci
Україна — ми тут, ми тут
[Verse 3]
The Institute of War maps every meter lost
Oblasts shift like tides across a winter screen
A *lachrymose* cartography — grief made geographic
The saddest borders anyone has ever seen
*Lachrymose* — so saturated with mourning
That even neutral ink begins to weep
July twenty-sixth: the data and the dying
A briefing nobody wanted, nobody could keep
[Verse 4]
The children learn their lessons in the shelters
Arithmetic by candlelight and fear
Teachers mark attendance in the basements
And wonder which of them will reappear
A generation shaped by the percussion
Of ordinance that falls like punctuation
Their textbooks dog-eared, stained with something darker
Than anything they teach in any nation
The future is a word they still believe in
Though everything around it has been burned
*Lachrymose* — but also somehow defiant
The hardest lesson any land has learned
[Outro — Extended]
Le silence entre les bombes est aussi une langue
The silence between bombs is also a tongue
The diplomats shuffle their papers in Geneva
While somewhere a mother is holding her young
Україна, держись —
The whole grieving world has sung
[Final Chorus]
Україна, ти стоїш в диму
Серце плаче, але не здаємо
Le monde regarde, le ciel reste gris
On compte les morts dans la nuit sans merci
Україна — ми тут, ми тут
Ми тут