[Verse 1]
Russia loads the glide bombs, southern cities bleed
Mykolaiv wakes to craters where there used to be a street
Twenty-two confirmed dead as the salvos trade
Ukraine drones punch back eastward — nine Russians laid
The brass is blaring, the body count won't wait
Winter hasn't landed yet and already the weight
[Chorus]
Heavy attacks on both sides now
Every headline counts another vow
Drones and bombs and sanctions rolling out
This is August fourth — no room for doubt
The conflict calculus is merciless and cold
Every strike a data point, every city bought and sold
[Verse 2]
Ukraine reads the battlefield like a balance sheet
RAND analysts reporting on this ruthless feat
Business principles to maximize the cost
Drain the Russian economy — attrition, not just loss
Hit the marketplace, the warehouses, the supply
Forty-three companies sanctioned — watch the rubles fly
Ephemeral advantage — brief and hard to hold
Trump's window into peace talks already turning cold
[Chorus]
Heavy attacks on both sides now
Every headline counts another vow
Drones and bombs and sanctions rolling out
This is August fourth — no room for doubt
The conflict calculus is merciless and cold
Every strike a data point, every city bought and sold
[Bridge]
The former top commander speaks — his words fall like stone
Kyiv cannot join NATO, Zelensky stands alone
And winter is approaching like a creditor unpaid
The toughest test is coming and the debt must be repaid
*Pugnacious* — that's the word here, meaning spoiling hard for war
Neither side is flinching, neither willing to withdraw
[Verse 3]
The peace talk door is narrowing, the diplomats warn
Trump's chance is real but fragile — it could vanish by the morn
Ukraine bleeds the occupier, bleeds itself as well
Twenty-two more funerals — who's left alive to tell?
The brass stabs echo ceaselessly across the frozen plain
And August fourth just adds its weight to an unrelenting chain
[Verse 4]
The children learn their lessons in the basement cold
Teachers whispering history to the very young and old
Power grids are targets, hospitals in the scope
Every ordinary morning is an exercise in hope
The correspondents file their stories, editors demand
Another dateline dateline from this devastated land
The world scrolls past the carnage on a glowing screen
August fourth is just one more in an endless magazine
[Outro]
August fourth, twenty-twenty-six — the ledger doesn't lie
Heavy attacks, the winter coming, twenty-two who died
Sanctions, drones, and glide bombs — that's the briefing for today
The war machine keeps tallying while the diplomats delay
[Chorus]
Heavy attacks on both sides now
Every headline counts another vow
Drones and bombs and sanctions rolling out
This is August fourth — no room for doubt
The conflict calculus is merciless and cold
Every strike a data point, every city bought and sold