Umut [English translation]

At the end of all the fine books,

at the end of all days, all nights,

there's a new beginning

whose winds blows from you,

whose heart has you.

If you touch your finger on an apple, you understand its colour.

If you saw the apple with your eyes,

you'll hear its voice.

If you hear it, the circle shape of it will stay with you.

With every beginning, there's a new meaning.

Even the cry of a child

is the beginning of the smile that will follow much later.