[Verse 1]
NATO moves with urgency, scrambling to arrange
Air defences shipped to Kyiv, missiles in exchange
Zelenskyy stands before the maps and warns the world to hear —
Russia's factories are running hot, more missiles every year
The scariest night came without warning, the sky too thick to track
Ukraine's interceptors missed their mark, the rockets hammered back
[Chorus]
Guerra nel cielo, guerra nel suolo
Il mondo sta guardando, ma nessuno vola solo
The sky above is burning with a war we cannot name
And every morning brings new grief that yesterday became
[Verse 2]
Putin overhauls his strategy, reshuffles his command
Seeking momentum in the mud and the frozen contraband
North Korean missile units crossing into Russian ground —
Reuters broke the story, Kyiv confirmed the sound
New soldiers, foreign weapons, tangled in the frost
The arithmetic of this alliance counts the uncounted cost
[Chorus]
Guerra nel cielo, guerra nel suolo
Il mondo sta guardando, ma nessuno vola solo
The sky above is burning with a war we cannot name
And every morning brings new grief that yesterday became
[Verse 3]
The ceasefire talks are whispered in the corridors of Rome
Diplomats with leather cases, far away from home
China watches carefully, measuring every word
Tehran reads the margins of each communiqué it's heard
And somewhere in the capitals the backroom deals are made
While soldiers in the trenches count the price already paid
The maps keep getting redrawn by the ones who hold the pen
And the villages that vanished ask — will we exist again?
[Bridge]
US intelligence is flowing back to Kyiv's ear
Politico reporting what the silence wouldn't clear
Al Jazeera asks the question — is this deepening its roots?
While the New York Times is tracking drones and satellites and routes
A report card drawn in red ink, Russia inches forward still
And the pipes play low for every valley, every hill
[Chorus]
Guerra nel cielo, guerra nel suolo
Il mondo sta guardando, ma nessuno vola solo
The sky above is burning with a war we cannot name
And every morning brings new grief that yesterday became
[Chorus]
Guerra nel cielo, guerra nel suolo
Il mondo sta guardando, ma nessuno vola solo
The sky above is burning with a war we cannot name
And every morning brings new grief that yesterday became
[Outro]
August sixth — write it down, remember what was said
The war above, the war below, and all the names unread