The World Built for a Silent Child

For years the girl was tired not of the world,

Long ago, a small tribe lived under the warm sun

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

Denizin Altındaki Maestro

In a grey industrial city

The Melody Without a Beginning

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

It was a morning like all the others

At some point, she wanted to test her strength.

They said she was the richest girl in the world

Every morning she woke before the city opened its eyes

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

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