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Skies Closed, Streets Open
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Skies Closed, Streets Open

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5. Januar 2026
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Skies Closed, Streets Open

Verse 1 — Venezuela

Helicopters like wasps in the Caracas night, Operation with a steel-hearted name took flight. They lifted a leader from a fortress of brass, Flew him north through sealed-off sky and glass. In New York air, a courtroom waits and hums, While a voice back home says the country will be run. An interim oath calls it barbarity in tears, The UN readies seats, the world leans in its ears. Flights were grounded, ocean roads of air went still, Then opened like a sigh across the Caribbean chill.

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Chorus

Hold on—this planet’s singing louder, Borders bend and headlines shout. Wires hum, the ground grows prouder, Hearts on fire, doubts burn out. Hold on—storms become a chorus, Every street and screen a stage. Turn the dial; the future’s for us, Write the line, and lift the page.


Verse 2 — Iran

From the bazaar’s breath to the far-off hills, A currency crumbles, the crowd’s courage fills. “Death to the dictator” rings through smoke and glare, Candles and sirens mingle in the square. Warnings cross oceans, threats ride the wind, Power says “put them in place,” then says “let’s begin” To talk of bread and roofs and the price of light, It’s the largest storm since that other, aching night.

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Verse 3 — EV Shift

On electric roads, a new crown changes hands, A dragon takes the lead with factories on new lands. Old rivals stall with models running thin, Credits fade, and politics scrape the skin. Across the Channel, echoes cool the brand, While plants rise in Turkey and Hungary’s sand. Showrooms buzz in island rain, Batteries hum like a long, low train.

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Chorus

Hold on—this planet’s singing louder, Borders bend and headlines shout. Wires hum, the ground grows prouder, Hearts on fire, doubts burn out. Hold on—storms become a chorus, Every street and screen a stage. Turn the dial; the future’s for us, Write the line, and lift the page.


Verse 4 — New York

In a hidden station under city bones, A hand on a Quran, the rails like tones. Morning brought the people, banners in the air, Bernie raised the oath, and friends said “dare.” The city’s first Muslim at the granite mic, Free buses promised, rents on strike. Child care for all like a sunrise plan, From distant shores to mayor’s stand.

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Verse 5 — Bulgaria

The lev turns a corner, pockets find a star, The euro’s colder shine now jingles in the jar. Half the room is cheering, half guard their bread, Inflation shadows whispers in the shed. A president scolds the missing vote, Prices wear two labels while they float. A family says “welcome,” the ledger replies, New coins, old questions in the citizens’ eyes.

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Verse 6 — CES

Desert lights bloom and the robots breathe, AI steps off the screen to roll up its sleeves. Chips from old titans drum in a row, Screens blur like wings where the pixels glow. No more fireworks only built for show, Smaller minds in our wrists learn the flow. The keynote’s fire sets the gears to spin— From hype to the hands where the world begins.

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Bridge

Caracas wind, Tehran flame, Sofia’s purse, New York name. Factory gates, Vegas glare, Every headline learning care. Rivals trade the lightning crown, Skies once closed are open now. We hold the steering wheel of sound— Hear the future gain its ground.


Final Chorus and Ending

Hold on—this planet’s singing louder, Borders bend and headlines shout. Wires hum, the ground grows prouder, Hearts on fire, doubts burn out. Hold on—rise with the roaring thunder, Grip the moment, break it open. We’re the spark that pulls the wonder— Kick the door, the world’s now spoken! Skies once closed, streets fly open! Raise the chord—the future’s woken!

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