[Verse 1]
A drone expo organizer sits in Kyiv's court
Something went terribly wrong at that airport
Drones were meant to show what Ukraine's built
Now someone answers for the blood that spilt
Meanwhile in Chernihiv a child fell to the ground
Russian strike came screaming, barely made a sound
Ten lives erased between the trading blows
This is how the arithmetic of anguish goes
[Chorus — French lead, English anchor]
*Le monde regarde, les villes brûlent encore*
The world is watching through the smoke of war
*On compte les morts, on cherche la paix*
Counting the fallen, day after day
*Qu'est-ce qu'on fait maintenant, dis-moi*
What do we do with all we know?
[Verse 2]
Trump was skeptical, cold to Zelensky's call
But battlefield momentum shifted after all
Ukraine pushed forward, held the ground they gained
Impressed the dealmaker who once had complained
Over at the UN Security Council floor
A live briefing crackled — ports hit, cities tore
Russia aimed at harbors, tried to choke the grain
The council chambers filled with diplomatic pain
[Chorus]
*Le monde regarde, les villes brûlent encore*
The world is watching through the smoke of war
*On compte les morts, on cherche la paix*
Counting the fallen, day after day
*Qu'est-ce qu'on fait maintenant, dis-moi*
What do we do with all we know?
[Bridge]
North Korea and Russia drawing up a road
A crossing built in secret, carrying what load?
Analysts whisper — ammunition, shells, supplies
A supply route dressed in diplomatic disguise
Iran's ambassador adds pressure to the pile
Telling Moscow — answer Ukraine, make it worthwhile
Every neighbor placing chips upon this board
Every border drawn in pencil, every allegiance scored
[Verse 3]
Time Magazine said — chalk one up for Ukraine
Territorial pressure slowly shifted the terrain
The Institute for War mapped out each gain
July twenty-five assessment — documented, plain
But numbers on a map won't warm the hollow homes
Or fill the Chernihiv streets where a mother walks alone
Each headline carries weight that spreadsheets cannot hold
This is twenty-twenty-six, and the war is still not old
[Verse 4]
Somewhere a soldier films the sky before the dawn
Posts it to his feed then just as quickly gone
The algorithm scrolls it past a thousand eyes
Between a recipe and someone's summer skies
Volunteers in Warsaw sort another aid convoy
Teachers in Zaporizhzhia comfort every girl and boy
The ordinary hours still insist on moving through
Even when the breaking news breaks everything you knew
[Chorus]
*Le monde regarde, les villes brûlent encore*
The world is watching through the smoke of war
*On compte les morts, on cherche la paix*
Counting the fallen, day after day
*Qu'est-ce qu'on fait maintenant, dis-moi*
What do we do with all we know?
[Outro]
*C'est le vingt-huit juillet — souviens-toi*
July twenty-eight — remember what you've heard today
The drones, the court, the strikes, the shifting hands
Peace is still a rumor in these bleeding lands