Four years had passed since Sagan's called a truce with the D2s. Music was still taboo throughout the world, and melodies ceased to be heard. Somewhere in America, which was now a wasteland, a little boy who grew up not knowing what music is hears the melody from a piano. The one playing it is a young man with black hair named Takt. And then, a deformed creature known as a D2 and a girl named Destiny, who is armed with a sword, appear as though they were lured in by the melody.
Could you at least give me a hand here,
you good-for-nothing Musicart?!
هلّا مددتِ يدكِ لي على الأقلّ هنا
أيّتها الميوزيكارت الفاشلة؟
Wie wär’s, wenn du mir
zumindest mal die Hand reichst?!
Podrías extenderme una mano,
al menos, Musiccato inútil.
Podrías extenderme una mano,
al menos, Musiccato inútil.
Tu pourrais déjà
m’aider à me relever ?
Certo che potresti almeno darmi una mano,
Você poderia pelo menos me ajudar
aqui, né, sua Musicart cabeça-oca!
Сейчас-то хотя бы встать помоги,