[Verse 1] Bulgarian vessels rocked in the salt and smoke, Zelenskyy points east where the silence broke, An investigation opens like a wound unsewn, Who struck the hulls that drifted there alone. The water keeps the secret, cold and gray, While diplomats argue over who should pay. [Chorus] This is the waltz of a war that won't stop spinning, Strikes and counterstrikes, the same grim beginning, Moscow and Kyiv locked in a mirrored stare, Ten thousand violins hum the despair. [Verse 2] Ukraine sends drones like moths into the dark, Moscow region shudders, two souls lose their spark, Meanwhile Zelenskiy reads the whispers of the spies, A massive strike is coming, written in the skies. Lowy says the Kremlin's doubling its bet, Against Kyiv, against the West — the dice aren't settled yet. [Chorus] This is the waltz of a war that won't stop spinning, Strikes and counterstrikes, the same grim beginning, Moscow and Kyiv locked in a mirrored stare, Ten thousand violins hum the despair. [Verse 3] A lawmaker leans to the microphone and sighs, "Ukraine is losing," and the chamber multiplies Into debate, into static, into doubt, While soldiers in the trenches wonder what it's about. Compromise, they whisper, like a dangerous chord, But the ones still standing hold a harder sword. [Bridge] A neighbor to the bear now courts the atom's fire, Lifting an old ban the Kremlin calls a liar, Moscow shouts outrage across the frozen wire, While European envoys refuse to retire — "We are staying," they tell Kyiv's trembling spire, No exit visa stamped on their desire. [Verse 4] So the orchestra of nations keeps its brooding score, Vessels burn, drones hum, and borders ask for more, Between the losing talk and the staying vow, The war writes another date — October, here and now. [Verse 5] A general studies maps by candlelight, Counting miles of mud and the cost of every fight, Children in the border towns learn the siren's song, Humming lullabies to drown out what is wrong. A journalist writes drafts she may never send, Wondering if the story has a human end. The markets twitch at every rumor's weight, Oil and wheat and iron tangled up with fate, And somewhere in a bunker, a voice counts down the cost, Measuring the living against all that's been lost. [Chorus] This is the waltz of a war that won't stop spinning, Strikes and counterstrikes, the same grim beginning, Moscow and Kyiv locked in a mirrored stare, Ten thousand violins hum the despair. [Outro] October seventh fades to ash and ink, Tomorrow's headline waits upon the brink, The tango holds its breath before it bends — This war, dear listener, still has no end, Still has no end, Still has no end.
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