Bloomberg terminal red flicking англ

[hook]
Buy low, sell high,
but nobody knows the close, 
When the Middle East shakes,
that’s the way the whole world goes.

[Verse 1]
Brent on the screen, red and green, it flickers like a flame, 
Barrels chase the headlines while the traders call the game, 
Spreads get wide, nerves get tight, nobody wants the risk, 
Liquidity is drying up in every hurried click and twist.

[Pre-Chorus]
From the desert to the terminal, the rumor feeds the wire, 
One strike, one speech, one convoy lost, and prices climb the fire, 
Hedge it, ship it, lift it, pray the basis holds its line, 
In a world for sale, the fear itself is part of the grind.

[Chorus]
Black gold, cold code, hearts race when the candles burn, 
In the shadow of the war, every market makes a turn, 
Buy low, sell high, but nobody knows the close, 
When the Middle East shakes, that’s the way the whole world goes.

[Verse 2] 
OPEC whispers, tankers wait, the route through Hormuz strains, 
Cargoes sit in floating storage, pressure building in the chains, 
One more surge, one more scare, and everyone reprices fast, 
What looked like peace at dawn can disappear by nightfall’s blast.

[Bridge]
King of oil, dealer’s deal, the old ghosts still remain, 
From the boardrooms to the docks, profit walks beside the pain, 
Boom and bust, bluff and trust, the market never sleeps, 
Every tick a pulse of war, every chart a secret keeps.

[Final Chorus]
Black gold, cold code, hearts race when the candles burn, 
In the shadow of the war, every market makes a turn, 
Buy low, sell high, but nobody knows the close, 
When the Middle East shakes, that’s the way the whole world goes.