[Verse 1]
August sixth, the sky went white, then hollow,
Hiroshima's shadow — a lesson hard to swallow.
Nineteen forty-five, one flash, the world rewritten,
Every treaty after drawn by weapons hidden.
[Verse 2]
Schelling said the bomb is just a sentence spoken,
The Strategy of Conflict — a promise never broken.
Nineteen sixty, bargaining dressed up as war,
Threaten loud enough and you won't need to keep score.
[Chorus]
Mutually assured, specchio contro specchio,
Nobody strikes first, è un gioco di silenzio.
Segunda resposta — the shield beneath the wave,
Second-strike surviving keeps us standing by the grave.
MAD, mad, mutuamente assured we stay,
Dança da deterrência — nobody wants to play.
[Verse 3]
October, Kennedy counting silos on the water,
Khrushchev's ships advancing, thirteen days of slaughter waiting.
Allison unpacked it — three lenses, triple vision:
Rational men deciding, machines on repetition,
Bureaucrats behind the curtain pulling at decision.
[Verse 4]
Sixty-eight, the treaty — Non-Proliferation,
Sign away your trigger, trust the hesitation.
Waltz said more is calmer, bombs as quiet ballast,
Sagan warned of fumbled wires, accidents that outlast —
Fingers slip in silence, medo e ameaça grow,
Who's awake at three a.m. to answer when they glow?
[Chorus]
Mutually assured, specchio contro specchio,
Nobody strikes first, è un gioco di silenzio.
Segunda resposta — the shield beneath the wave,
Second-strike surviving keeps us standing by the grave.
MAD, mad, mutuamente assured we stay,
Dança da deterrência — nobody wants to play.
[Verse 5]
New century, new players, Pyongyang joins the table,
Satellites and cyber code, a war without a label.
Non-state hands and rogue regimes, the old rules start to bend,
Deterrence theory stretching thin, uncertain where it ends.
No hotline guarantee, no decades-tested trust,
Just silicon and signals now deciding what is just.
The mirror splits in pieces, specchio quebrado, grave —
Who calculates the variance of what we can't save?
[Bridge]
(Male) Rational actor, cold equation —
(Female) Or an agency lost in its own operation.
(Both) Three models, one crisis, thirteen days of breath,
Deterrence isn't peace — it's a handshake made with death.
[Outro]
Hiroshima's echo still hums beneath the floor,
Specchio contro specchio — nobody wants the war.
Segunda resposta holding every line in place,
MAD keeps the silence humming quiet through the space.
[Chorus]
Mutually assured, specchio contro specchio,
Nobody strikes first, è un gioco di silenzio.
Segunda resposta — the shield beneath the wave,
Second-strike surviving keeps us standing by the grave.
MAD, mad, mutuamente assured we stay,
Dança da deterrência — nobody wants to play.