[Verse 1] Two days at the table, hands held by the US side, Russia and Ukraine nodded — "in principle" they'd trade, Prisoners for prisoners, no paper fully signed, Zelenskyy counts a thousand, maybe fifteen hundred combined, Russia's General Staff just mutters "more than a thousand" too, No contract, no clean number — just a promise coming due. [Chorus] Україно, тримайся, ще не мир, ще не тиша, Обмін десь на обрії, а земля — найважча ноша, Донбас на столі, Путін просить забрати, Абу-Дабі шепоче, та не час святкувати. [Verse 2] Call it "peace talks" if the headline needs it clean, But the only thing that's solid is this trade, still unseen, Measure it against Istanbul, May of twenty-five — A thousand each side then, the record held alive, This swap just matches that mark, don't call it beating past, The land question's still a locked door nobody's passed. [Verse 3] While suits discussed the future in marble, calm and bright, A market block in Odesa took a strike that same night, Three lives gone, eleven wounded, bread stalls turned to dust, The war don't pause for summits — that's the ledger line you trust. [Chorus] Україно, тримайся, ще не мир, ще не тиша, Обмін десь на обрії, а земля — найважча ноша, Донбас на столі, Путін просить забрати, Абу-Дабі шепоче, та не час святкувати. [Verse 4] Washington and Europe set a rule, called "no surprise," Brussels wants a chair now, Moscow won't compromise, Medinsky skipped the table, wouldn't sit with NATO's crew, So the circle stays half-open, half the voices still on mute. [Verse 5] Grandmothers in Kharkiv count the candles, not the days, Soldiers trade their rations for a signal's fading rays, Diplomats draft footnotes while the frontline holds its breath, Every clause they argue over weighs the same as death, Still the children go to shelters, still the trains run late, History won't wait for Dublin, Moscow, or debate. [Bridge] Kushner's clock keeps ticking — this is numbers day, they say, Then Moscow next for Witkoff, carrying Putin's weight, Dublin after that, where EU chiefs convene, Zelenskyy's in the room while Umerov reads between — He warns the gap is wide still, Russians give it two, three weeks, Watch the published lists, friend, that's the truth the silence speaks. [Chorus] Україно, тримайся, ще не мир, ще не тиша, Обмін десь на обрії, а земля — найважча ноша, Донбас на столі, Путін просить забрати, Абу-Дабі шепоче, та не час святкувати. [Outro] One thousand, maybe fifteen hundred, names not yet confirmed, Листопада дванадцяте — рахуємо живих, Ceasefire still a rumor, Donbas still unturned, The war keeps writing numbers — we just sing of what we learn.
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