

Mission control, this is launch day.
May twenty-sixth. All systems green.
We have a music machine on the pad.
Engineers… please step away from the speakers.
T-minus ten… nine… eight… Seven… six…
five… Hold tight. Four… three… two…
Ignition. Meet… Music… v2.
Move with me, move with me,
Every genre, every key,
Cleaner voice, sharper sound,
Hear the future shake the ground.
Meet me where the styles collide,
Music v2, take the ride.
I can speak in any tongue you write,
Hablo claro, suave, en la noche,
夜の中で、静かに歌う,
Je glisse entre
les mots, naturel, Same heart,
just a different
light.
Watch the tempo bend,
watch the tempo break,
Every style I touch,
every shape I take,
One song, one breath,
a hundred shades, Hold on tight,
here the genre changes.
Move with me, move with me,
Every genre, every key,
Cleaner voice, sharper sound,
Hear the future shake the ground.
Meet me where the styles collide,
Music v2, take the ride.
Mission control to Earth: The music machine has launched.
May twenty-sixth. You may now breathe.