Nagorny Karabach
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Nagorno-Karabakh
The city is under fog
I am on my mountain
In my black garden
Trapped between skies
In the enclave of my choice
In which I hide
In Nagorno Karabakh
Formerly deep forests
Mountain ranges, maybe ice
A brass-yellow sun
Destroys a paradise
My systole and diastole
In between the moment
Carried by the birds
Those who are working here
In the enclave of my heart
In which I lose myself
In Nagorno Karabakh
I climb down the mountain
Go to one valley or another
It is flagged in all colors
In Nagorno-Karabakh
Two big black ravens
Eat the plums from the tree
Does the other city love me?
In the enclave of my choice
In which I hide myself
In Nagorno Karabakh
come visit me
I have endless time
And the view is of the finest
Above clouds and the city
In Nagorno Karabakh
Nagorno Karabakh
Nagorno Karabakh
