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Also reads as 72 or 286 BPM — tempo doubling is normal and both are correct.
Here the air is cold, the looks are heavy and dull
Exile is like a garment that is tight and full of thorns
They say the differences are beautiful — talk, and nothing in it!
Who has ever looked at "humiliation" and called it an honour?
My tongue goes slow, my hands and feet shake every time
I have become a "stammer" in this difficult game
Money, money, money, money! has become the god of this city
Work, work, work, work! has become the medicine of this city
I run and you run, and we can do nothing
honesty got lost in the racket of this city
Their law and their order took the shape of a cage for me
the old kindness and love turned into appetite here
Fear of decay, and of ageing too early, is in my very life
the will died, and tiredness became the one who breathes beside me
This being two things at once is bringing me down
nobody here plants a seed of "feeling"
Money, money, money, money! has become the god of this city
Work, work, work, work! has become the medicine of this city
I run and you run, and we can do nothing
honesty got lost in the racket of this city
My heart aches for that time when we were children
for the friends whose laughing needed no reason at all!
Regret comes looking for me at night
it says: go back — "homeland" has become a feeling you have to force
Hopelessness is burning through my root
the fear of changing sits me back down in the past
Money, money, money, money! has become the god of this city
Work, work, work, work! has become the medicine of this city
I run and you run, and we can do nothing
honesty got lost in the racket of this city
Iran...
a lump in the throat, far off...
a tiredness that does not leave...
a sorrow with no end to it...
One subscription, whichever crown — and on each of them the station alone costs exactly what the whole subscription costs. Everything else comes with it: {cap} of AI tools every month, no platform fee on reader support and publishing without a ceiling.
NOVA is more than a play button: a 24-hour live station, a full library, lyrics that move with the music, cinema mode, and a few tools that shape the sound the way you like it. Everything it can do is on this page.
All of NOVA is four areas. Hover an entry to light up where it lives.
Everywhere you can go starts here: the live radio, the library, mood stations, your favourites and playlists. Further down are the ways back to the rest of the site — and every one of them opens in a new tab, so whatever you are listening to keeps playing.
Whatever you pick in the sidebar opens here: the big cover, the main controls, and below them your For You picks, what is trending, and the top tracks.
What is coming next, and what just played. On the live waves, Up Next comes from the studio itself; on a library queue it is your own list, and you can drag the rows into a different order.
Always at the bottom, and it never leaves: play and pause, previous and next, shuffle, repeat, volume, sleep timer, equaliser, cinema and lyrics.
On a live wave it replaces the time bar: the ON AIR mark, how far the song on air has got, and how much of it is left. A broadcast cannot be scrubbed, and this bar does not pretend otherwise.
Every card is a real thing the player does — the ones with a button do it right here.
One vocal wave and one instrumental wave. Switch between them with a tap and the sound keeps running. Beside them are the member stations: any member can run a station of their own.
Full-screen cover, the album's own moving backdrop, and the lyrics over the picture. Press F, or double-tap the little cover in the player bar.
Open them with the 💬 button on the player bar: the words move line by line with the voice — over the artwork, or on a page of their own. The translate button shows the same lines in your language, and a song that has no lyrics yet says so plainly.
Focus, sleep, energy, nostalgia… pick one and NOVA builds a mix from the library on the spot.
Three bands — bass, mid, treble — with a few ready-made settings. The sleep timer runs from a quarter of an hour to an hour and a half, then quietly stops the music.
Any song you love can be yours to keep. The price is written on the button itself and comes out of your wallet — no subscription, nothing monthly.
Record a short message — a hello, a memory, or a song you would like to hear — and once the studio approves it, Kian or Rojan take it on air. The Message the Studio page lives outside NOVA and opens in a new tab so your music keeps playing; if all you want is the song, the 🎙 button beside the live cover does the same errand.
The same broadcast with another face: a 3D radio with a tuning dial that opens right over this page.
Analogue radioThese work any time the cursor is not inside a text box.
Because it is a stream, not a file — it is going out from the studio right now, and its past is not on your computer. If you caught a song halfway, find it in Recently Played and hear it whole from the library, where the time bar does work.
It means the sliders cannot reach that sound. The equaliser works on library tracks; some live streams arrive by a route the browser will not let us touch. Nothing is broken — the button is simply being honest about what it can do.
Lyrics are added one song at a time and timed by hand, so each line lands exactly on its own moment. A song without them has not had its turn yet — it has not been forgotten.
Because every link that leads out of NOVA opens in a new tab. There is one rule here: no button in NOVA may cut your music off mid-song.
Yes — the live radio is open to everyone. Saving songs, building playlists and skipping as often as you like belong to members, and joining is free.
If you would like to see the short welcome tour again, it opens from here.