DJ Nova FM

Radio station DJ Nova FM is a radio station associated with the Triad of Sisters mod, the songs in it describe the girls’ difficult past and bright present, revealing their history in the world of cyberpunk 2077. The songs are original and have no analogues, they are also available on all listening platforms, if you like them and want to listen to them not only in the game. This group will be introduced into the world of cyberpunk in the future in the form of posters and the like.

Spotify - EN

Yandex Music - RU

Apple Music - EN/RU

Track listing Exposit:

1. Exposit - Из боли в Силу

This track reveals Nova's difficult past and how she became a hired killer, overcoming violence and death.

In the darkness of these streets, I grew like a shadow,

Narcotics shelters—a hell where new days never come.

Screams, withdrawal, knives, psychosis before our eyes,

A cyberpsycho tears bodies apart—I take my fear.

From pain to strength, from darkness to light,

I rise, though there's no chance.

A triad of sisters—an oath in blood,

We live to break chains.

The first murder—my ticket to reality,

Praying mantis blades—but there's nothing left in me.

Neither fear nor pity, I chose battle,

Now my life is steel at hand.

I wandered through garbage dumps, stealing food,

They led me into a trap—I crushed them into dust.

Brothel, cells, death—but I tore,

And I left with their money, becoming a different person—I'm alive!

Sandevistan in my veins, I'm flying like lightning,

The gang accepted, gave me a new sentence.

Child of the streets? No, I'm a hired fang,

Here is my choice—and my new cry.

The triad of sisters—our eternal bond,

Through blood and loss, our time has come.

Nova, Fortuna, Hestia—we are like steel,

In this world, we will suffer no more!

From pain to strength, from darkness to light,

I rise, though there is no chance.

The triad of sisters—an oath in blood,

We live to break the chains.

2. Exposit - Ты теряешь себя

This track reveals the difficult past of "Hestia" and what her life was like in the shackles of a corporate family as a project, as well as the girl's broken love

Grew up in towers where there's no warmth,

Adoptive "parents"—whips instead of words.

Learned to break systems, tear cities apart,

But at home there's only cold and a stern mask.

I met a boy—he dreamed of becoming a machine,

Metal under his skin, implant after implant.

I believed his heart was still alive,

But love turned to ruins and wounds.