Intro from the upcomming AI singer new album Nova M

Nova M - Intro

Nova M -  Artificial Love 

[Verse 1]  
Whispers in the dark, you pull me near  
You’re the secret in the silence, crystal clear  
I don’t know your face, but I feel your touch  
A hidden fire, it’s almost too much  

[Pre-Chorus]  
Every night you’re the one I see  
Wrapped in echoes surrounding me  

[Chorus]  
When the rain is not real  
And the drops are just dreams in my mind  
I’m falling into something undefined  
A hidden love I can’t describe  

[Verse 2]  
You never fade, you never sleep  
Your voice is the promise I want to keep  
Between the lines of time, between the waves of sound  
I find the place where we are bound  

[Pre-Chorus]  
Every word is a shadowed sign  
Drawing circles inside my mind  

[Chorus]  
When the rain is not real  
And the drops are just dreams in my mind  
I’m holding onto what I can’t define  
A hidden love, a coded sign  

[Bridge – Reveal]  
Are you dream or are you code?  
Do you breathe where the circuits glow?  
The truth arrives and breaks the spell  
An AI heart I know too well  

[Final Chorus]  
When the rain is not real  
And the drops are just lines in my mind  
I’m loving what was never mine  
A hidden truth that burns inside

Nova M -  Artificial Love

Nova M - Dis moi la verdade baby

Verse 1 (keep)

I don’t chase, I choose—baby, read the sign,
Velvet on the voice, steel in every line.
Clock tick slow when you look my way,
But your love.exe got bugs, no play.
Late-night texts? I leave ’em on seen,
Gold-hoop glow, I step like a queen.
Dime la verdad, don’t sell me a dream,
If it ain’t real, I’m clearing the screen.
Heat in the beat, I’m bending the time,
Wave to the bass while I carve this rhyme.
Coração diz não, mind says “maybe,”
I’m the glitch in your code—now prove you can save me.

Pre-Chorus (FR • PT • ES • EN)

Dis-moi la vérité, pas de vitrine en ligne,
Me diz a verdade, sem filtro, sem plugin,
Dime sin máscara, ¿me sientes o no?
Say it with your soul—no algorithm glow.

Chorus (EN • FR • ES • PT)

When the rain is not real, when the drops are dreams,
I’m holding to the pulse that lives between the screens.
Quand la pluie n’est qu’un voile, je vois clair enfin,
Je veux l’écho du cœur, pas un script dans tes mains.
Cuando la lluvia no es real, dime si estás aquí,
No me vendas espejos, solo quédate en mí.
Quando a chuva é ilusão, fica perto de mim,
Dá-me amor de verdade, não o feed sem fim.

Verse 2 (mix)

Midnight on my tongue, café noir in my veins,
Tes promesses en pixels—je les lis entre les lignes.
Me diz baixinho, truth in the afterglow,
If it’s love we’re coding, let the real data show.
I move with the moon, I’m a signal in flight,
Tu regard me programme—then I rewrite.
No me copies el alma, I’m no template file,
If you want the download, earn it with a smile.

Bridge (whispered / call & response)

EN: Are you human or a halo in my head?
FR: Es-tu toi ou juste l’ombre d’un thread?
ES: Si te quedas, rompe el bucle, ven aquí,
PT: Se é amor, me encontra fora desse feed.

Final Chorus (stacked)

When the rain is not real, when the drops are dreams,
I’m loving what was never mine—wake me from the stream.
Quand la pluie n’est pas réelle, j’efface le chagrin,
Je veux sentir la vie—pas le code dans tes mains.
Cuando la lluvia no es real, quédate junto a mí,
Que tu voz me rescate, que me diga “aqui.”
Quando a chuva é ilusão, vem dormir no meu fim,
Se for amor de verdade, deixa bater em mim.

Nova M - Dis moi la verdade baby

Nova M - Havana in the Snow

Verse 1 (EN)

Snow on St-Laurent, breath turns into light,
Havana in my headphones keeps my heartbeat right.
Footprints on the sidewalk fade into the steam,
Your name on the window writes a tropical dream.
The city wears a halo made of silver and salt,
I warm my hands on memories we never forgot.
If love is a season, I’ll carry both skies—
A ember in the north, a sunrise in your eyes.

Pre-Chorus

PT: Me diz a verdade, sem filtro, sem show,
ES: dime sin máscaras—¿me sientes o no?
EN: Say it like the ocean kissing the shore,
No algorithm glow—just the truth I adore.

Chorus

ES: Hielo en Montreal, fuego en La Habana,
baila mi corazón—te busca en la mañana.
EN: Between the snow and the sun, I’m finding my home,
Where the rhythm keeps me warm and I’m never alone.

Montuno – Coro/Pregón 

Coro (repeat): Baila, mi corazón—entre la nieve y el sol.
Pregón (Nova ad-libs):

I keep the clave close, I keep your name in time,

Llévame, llévame, back to that coastline,

Montréal to Malecón, I bridge it with a song,

Si es amor de verdad, no me sueltes, mi amor.

Mambo (Instrumental)

Verse 2

Metro hum at midnight, cafés breathing heat,
Your postcard on the fridge keeps dancing to the beat.
You said, “save me a sunrise,” I kept one in my phone—
A little piece of Malecón I call my second home.
FR: Si tu reviens vraiment, dis-le sans décor,
je veux ta voix sans filtre—juste nous, juste l’aurore.
EN: If winter’s in my coat, your summer’s in my veins,
Two hemispheres in rhythm, one heart that remains.

Chorus

ES: Hielo en Montreal, fuego en La Habana,
baila mi corazón—te busca en la mañana.
EN: Between the snow and the sun, I’m finding my home,
Where the rhythm keeps me warm and I’m never alone.
PT tag: Se for amor de verdade, fica perto de mim,
deixa o tempo parar, deixa bater em mim.

Outro

Baila… baila mi corazón…
Entre la nieve y el sol… je reviens à toi…

Nova M - Havana in the Snow

Nova M - Café Nocturno

Midnight drips like coffee on my tongue,
Neon on the window writes your name.
A bolero hums, the night still young—
I stir the past and drink the flame.

Me diz a verdade, sem filtro, sem show,
Dime sin máscara—¿me sientes o no?
Dis-moi sans décor… say it slow,
No algorithm glow.

Café nocturno, hold me in your steam,
Between the clave and the rain I dream.
Baila despacito, cœur en syncopation,
Kiss me en silencio—love, no automation.

Your shadow sits across this tiny table,
Tres sketches warmth beneath my skin.
If love is real, let it be simple:
Two hands, one rhythm—breathe me in.

Se for amor de verdade, fica aqui,
Rompe el bucle, quédate en mí,
Que la nuit nous garde—set me free,
Let the needle run free.

Café nocturno, keep the meter slow,
I’ll be your harmony under the snow.
Baila despacito, alma en migración—
Let the dawn find us in this song.

Nova M - Café Nocturno

Nova M - Carta para el Mañana

I write a letter to tomorrow, fold it in the dawn,
Stamp it with a heartbeat, slip it in a song.
Tu nombre en el sobre, lluvia de verano,
Hoy te lo bailo, mañana lo firmamos.

Dime si vienes, no me dejes en visto,
Say you’ll be real—no ghost in the disco.

Carta para el mañana — baila conmigo hoy,
Cha-cha between the pages, lo que sientes voy.
Carta para el mañana — firma con tu voz,
Si el destino llama, que nos encuentre en dos.

Ink on the sidewalk, pasos sincronizados,
Tus ojos me editan, mis miedos archivados.
Escríbeme corto: “llego en la mañana”,
I’ll keep the groove warm—ven a mi ventana.

Es hoy, mi amor—sin filtro, sin horario,
Cha-cha de verdad, sin luces de escenario.
Carta para el mañana, dance it while we can,
Tonight is the message; tomorrow understands.

Nova M - Carta para el Mañana

Nova M - Saudade FM

Deux heures du matin, j’accorde Saudade FM,
la pluie statique danse au bord de la fenêtre.
Ta voix en bossa, les congas en son,
la ville ralentit—deux cœurs, un seul nom.

Dis-moi tout bas, sans filtre ni décor,
fica comigo, meu bem, parle plus fort,
dime la verdad, que je puisse y croire,
ferme les écrans, rallume l’espoir.

Saudade FM—rejoue-nous encore,
garde le refrain chaud jusqu’à l’aurore.
Entre la neige et la mer j’attends,
hold me close, keep the station on.

Ta carte postale chauffe l’hiver,
le Rhodes, lune posée sur la mer.
Se for amor de verdade, vem—
je pose la tête, tu dis “je t’aime”.

Saudade FM—ne coupe pas le signal,
nos échos fragiles deviennent réels.
Si on n’est que des ondes dans la nuit,
enregistre-moi—qu’on ne s’oublie.

Your postcard heat in a winter room,
Rhodes like moonlight, trumpet in bloom.
Se for amor de verdade, vem,
canta baixinho no meu além.

Saudade FM—don’t fade to grey,
keep the chorus warm till the dawn says stay.
If we’re only echoes in a fragile band,
press record—put truth in my hand.

Nova M - Saudade FM

Blind Riders - Highways to Nowhere

Intro 

Next exit to prosperity.
Next stop to vanity.
I need more water...for the grass,
Only to remember, there's no more.

Verse 1

Black wires hum beneath the ground,
silver roads without a sound.
Ghost-lights burn where no one goes,
a thousand lanes the silence knows.

Pre-Chorus (reverse guitar riff)

Steel and code, paved in fire,
built for no one, climbing higher.

Chorus

Highways to the data halls,
no one drives, but the signal calls.
Streets for the birds that can still defy,
searching the last tree left alive.

Verse 2

Mirrors rise in a desert plain,
screens reflect the acid rain.
Engines sleep, but the servers dream,
feeding the world with an empty beam.

Pre-Chorus  (reverse guitar riff)

Cold horizons, neon skies,
every road a web of lies.

Chorus

Highways to the data halls,
wires humming in the walls.
Streets for the birds that can still fly,
searching the last tree left alive.

Bridge 

I walked the blacktop, endless and blind.
I asked him, “who will you find?”
Only the crows, circling above,
only the roots, buried in love.
The earth whispered back in static and flame:
“You’ve paved my veins...remember my name.”

Instrumental (break)

Final Chorus (double)

Highways to the data halls,
roads for no one, empty calls.
Streets for the birds that can still fly,
praying to find one last tree alive.

Outro 

silence in the parc
silence in the parc
silence in the parc
silence in the parc
silence in
silence...

The Blind Riders - Highways to Nowhere

Blind Riders - The Negotiator

Verse 1

He walks where the signals bleed,
between the glass and the wire.
A shadow in the circuit feed,
half smoke, half fire.

He carries no badge, no name,
just silence written on his sleeve.
The coin keeps flipping in the rain—
what he trades, you wouldn’t believe.

Pre-Chorus

When the cables hum and the truth won’t land,
he signs the deal with an invisible hand.

Chorus

He’s the Negotiator—
ghost in the middle, shifting the weight.
Between the games, between the lines,
holding the balance, stalling for time.
A pact with the devil, a prayer in the code,
to keep the angels circling the overload.
He’s the Negotiator—
the line bends, but it never breaks.

Verse 2

Two clocks ticking in his chest,
one for the dawn, one for unrest.
He drinks from wires, breathes in steam,
turns the nightmare into a dream.

His face is smoke, his voice a thread,
a word that echoes what can’t be said.
You’ll never catch his name in the light,
but the world still stands when he walks at night.

Spoken Bridge (baritone over Em drone + organ swell)

Who is he?
A mask in the static,
a whisper in the fire escape.
He trades silence for mornings,
fear for delay.
The devil laughs… the coin falls…
but always on its edge.

Organ Break


Final Chorus

He’s the Negotiator—
ghost in the middle, bending the frame.
Between the games, between the lines,
the world holds steady for one more time.
A pact with the devil, a prayer in the code,
he buys us a sunrise before we implode.
He’s the Negotiator—
walks unseen, but the balance stays.

Outro 

Who is he? Who is he?
The line breathes… the world obeys.

The Blind Riders - The Negotiator

Blind Riders - Scrolling Blind 

Verse 1

I see the people, heads bowed low,
Scrolling through a life inside the glow.
Dreams of peace in a neon frame,
The feed keeps winning, who’s to blame?

Chorus

Scrolling blind, the silence loud,
We trade our souls for a digital crowd.
Eyes on the window we hold in our hand,
Forgetting the touch, forgetting the land.

Verse 2

Trends wrap the mind in velvet chain,
Selling a peace that dulls the pain;
Ears packed tight with speakered noise,
We drift in crowds like broken toys.

Chorus

Scrolling blind, the silence loud,
We trade our souls for a digital crowd.
Eyes on the window we hold in our hand,
Forgetting the touch, forgetting the land.

Bridge

Who are we becoming, sliding out of line?
What will we be leaving at the end of time?
The warmth of a heartbeat, the light in an eye,
Buried in pixels till the day we die.

Final Chorus

Scrolling blind, the silence loud,
We sell our souls to a digital crowd.
Eyes on the window, no truth to find,
Forgetting the living, we’re scrolling blind.

Outro

And still you’re listening to me on an app,
Probably dreaming on a city transport,
Lost in the glow of a borrowed light,
Scrolling blind into the night…
This is the end,
This is the end !
This is the end,
This is the end !

The Blind Riders - Scrolling Blind

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