[Verse 1] Riyadh ceiling cracked by a streak of white smoke, Saudi defense says the missile never broke through — intercepted, Houthis still claiming more strokes, glass rattles over a city used to the calm, yeah, sirens hum like a bassline under a palm, yeah, The National's live blog counting damage, counting claims, same sky, different night, same old flames. [Chorus] Новости из залива (news out the gulf, listen close) Риядь гудит (Riyadh's humming under smoke) oil going down while the bourses climb up, мир ищут — they're searching, filling the cup. [Verse 2] Now zoom the lens past the clouds, past the blast, Toronto Star tracing wires Moscow cast, Russian satellites feeding coordinates fast, helping Iran's allies lock a target at last, officials whisper, data's the paper trail, a war fought in pixels before the missile's tail, proxy chess with a satellite for a queen, the board's gone orbital, nothing stays unseen. [Verse 3] Meanwhile Wall Street's watching barrels, not the bombs, oil futures sliding while the traders stay calm, hope's the currency when diplomacy's in play, Saudi's defence-pact neighbors pushing peace their way, most Gulf bourses climbing green on the board, Riyadh's rattled windows, Gulf money still stored, funny how a candle drops when a ceasefire's near, one city shaking, one market losing fear. [Bridge] Economist says Trump might love this desert too much, squeeze it, broker it, hold it in his clutch, SWP's mapping rails and fiber lines, connectivity, redundancy, backup designs, Canada's reading from the old Saudi oil book, Bousso says control the taps, control the look — every nation's drawing lessons from the sand, power moves slower than the oil in your hand. [Verse 4] Down in the souk a trader scrolls his phone, checking the feed while the market finds its tone, his cousin in Sanaa hears the interceptor roar, two different cities, same anxious score, the diplomats fly in from Geneva to Muscat, drafting a language that nobody can contradict, while analysts argue if deterrence still holds, or if this quiet's just a story that's been told a hundred times before the next ceasefire breaks, a hundred times before the next tremor shakes, history looping like a satellite's pass, watching the same fire burn through the same glass. [Chorus] Новости из залива, слушай внимательно, oil going down, the market's acting patiently, Риядь гудит but the bourses don't care, мир ищут, peace is thick in the air. [Outro] October twenty-eighth, the ledger's still half-drawn, missiles up, markets steady, hope not gone, Gulf News fading soft on the Rhodes piano's hum, tomorrow's headline's waiting — stay tuned, don't run. Новости из залива, one more time for the back row, Риядь гудит, but the money keeps its slow flow, oil going down, mир ищут, searching still, the desert keeps its secrets, and probably always will.
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