The city lies under fog
I stand atop my mountain
in my black garden
I'm squeezed between the heavens
in the the enclave of my choice
where I hide myself
In Nagorny Karabakh
Where there was once deep woods,
mountain chains and maybe ice,
A brass-yellow sun
drops down a paradise
My sys- and diastole,
and in between them the moment is
carried by the birds
that are out and about here
in the enclave of my heart
there where I lose myself
In Nagorny Karabakh
I climb down the mountain
go into one valley or another
There are many colorful flags covering
Mount Karabakh
Two big black ravens
are eating plums off the tree
I wonder whether the other city is fond of me?
In the enclave of my choice
where I hide away
In Nagorny Karabakh
Come and visit me
I have unlimited time
And the view is most excelent
Through the clouds and [above] the city
In Nagorny Karabakh
Nagorny Karabakh
Nagorny Karabakh