Fil hep gritti. Ne güzel, ne çirkin — sadece sıradan.

One day they wrote in books that the world found peace at this very hour

Every morning she woke before the city opened its eyes

They said she was the richest girl in the world

At some point, she wanted to test her strength.

It was a morning like all the others

They say every human carries a hidden gift not locked in a chest,

The Melody Without a Beginning

In a grey industrial city

Denizin Altındaki Maestro

Once, a little girl played with the things her mother had left her.

Long ago, a small tribe lived under the warm sun