Four years of sirens.
Four years of fire.
Two countries away.
Ukraine.
Same continent.
Same night sky.
Different reality.
I wake up — no alarms in the sky,
No drones cutting lines through the night.
Coffee’s hot, the city’s alive,
Peace so normal — we don’t ask why.
No bunker waiting underground,
No shaking walls from distant sound.
Just trains on time and open bars,
And laughter floating under stars.
It’s quiet here.
Too quiet.
Peace feels standard —
But it’s not.
We dance in the night.
We live in the light.
No missiles above us tonight.
Two borders away —
They fight to stay.
While we just press play.
We dance in the night.
We live in the light.
No sirens cutting the sky.
Two borders away —
Remember the day.
Peace is not a lie.
Four years Ukraine stands in flame,
Holding the line, refusing to break.
Russia’s shells tear through the dark,
Cities scarred, but hearts awake.
Same time zone.
Same sunrise.
Different sound in their skies.
They hear explosions.
We hear bass.
Same planet.
Different place.
Don’t scroll past it.
Don’t mute the pain.
History’s closer than we think.
Peace isn’t random.
Peace must stay.
Peace must stay.
Peace must stay.
Turn it up —
But don’t forget.
We live with no war overhead.
No burning streets.
No shattered beds.
Two borders away —
Four years they stand.
Holding Europe in their hands.
We dance in the night.
We live in the light.
No missiles above us tonight.
Grateful isn’t passive.
Freedom isn’t free.
Comfort can make you blind —
But war is not far away.
Two countries.
Two borders.
One continent.
Remember.
We dance in the night.
We live in the light.
No missiles above us tonight.
Two borders away —
They fight to stay.
While we just press play.
Peace is a gift.
Peace is a choice.
Raise your hands.
Raise your voice.
We dance in the night.
We live in the light.
No missiles above us tonight.
Two borders away.
Two borders away.
Two borders away.
Same sky.
Different sound.
Don’t forget.
