Nagorny Karabach
Einsturzende Neubauten
Nagorno-Karabakh
The city lies under fog
I'm on my mountain
In my black garden
Caught between skies
In the enclave of my choice
Where I hide
In Nagorno-Karabakh
Once deep forests
Mountain ranges, maybe ice
A brass-yellow sun
Shattering a paradise
My systole and diastole
In between the moment
Carried by the birds
That are active here
In the enclave of my heart
Where I lose myself
In Nagorno-Karabakh
I descend the mountain
Go into one valley or another
It's flagged in all colors
In Mountainous Karabakh
Two big black ravens
Feasting on plums from the tree
Does the other city love me...?
In the enclave of my choice
Where I hide
In Nagorno-Karabakh
Come visit me sometime
I have endless time
And the view is top-notch
Above the clouds and the city
In Nagorno-Karabakh
Nagorno-Karabakh
Nagorno-Karabakh
