[Verse 1] Oleshky's been starving, pipes cracked, shelves bare, Melania picked up the phone, Pope Leo said a prayer, White House calls it a truce for a city on the brink, NBC, BBC, CBC — same story, different ink, food trucks rolling slow where the shelling used to roar, one block of quiet carved from a nationwide war, it ain't the peace deal, just a pause for bread, but a pause with no coffin beats a headline full of dead. [Chorus] Une ville respire, juste un instant de paix, Oleshky souffle, le ciel reste inquiet, Starlink, les pourparlers, les promesses en l'air, c'est fragile comme verre, mais c'est toujours la guerre. [Verse 2] Meanwhile Trump rings Musk up, says "lift the block, man," WSJ got the scoop before the networks ran, but AP's checking sources, the story's still a maze — administration's signals come in fog, not clear rays, Guardian says Kyiv's uncertain if the switch flipped true, front-line drones need the sky-link to know where to fly through, one phone call ain't a policy, it's a hope dressed in a quote, soldiers watch their terminals, waiting on the vote. [Chorus] Une ville respire, juste un instant de paix, Oleshky souffle, le ciel reste inquiet, Starlink, les pourparlers, les promesses en l'air, c'est fragile comme verre, mais c'est toujours la guerre. [Verse 3] Now circle November, mark it on the sand, Moscow and Kyiv both say they'll shake a hand in the UAE, neutral ground, desert heat, Al Jazeera breaking it while the diplomats compete, no treaty yet, just a table and a date, but a table beats a trench when you're counting out the weight, Reuters ties it back to the city that got fed, proof a quiet mile can grow where the guns stood instead. [Verse 4] Back in the kitchens, grandmothers count the loaves, counting out blankets too, counting what the winter owes, a kid draws Starlink dishes like they're stars themselves, hope gets rationed careful, kept high up on the shelves, diplomats tweet in languages the soldiers can't translate, but silence over Oleshky says more than any state, every ceasefire's a sentence that the war might interrupt, still they write it anyway, in chalk, in hope, in trust. [Bridge] Petit pas, grand bruit — chaque geste compte un peu, un cessez-le-feu, un appel, une main qui veut calmer le ciel noir au-dessus d'Oleshky, pendant que le monde entier retient son souffle ici. [Chorus] Une ville respire, juste un instant de paix, Oleshky souffle, le ciel reste inquiet, Starlink, les pourparlers, les promesses en l'air, c'est fragile comme verre, mais c'est toujours la guerre. [Outro] October twenty-four — a ceasefire, a call, a date, three small doors cracked open on one heavy gate, tune back tomorrow, see which way they swing, peace is still a rumor that the whole world's listening in on.
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