DESCRIPTION:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-8wyTwGLHfA



http://www.neubauten.org/

http://www.songmeanings.net/songs/view/3530822107858759617/

The town lies under mist
I am up on my mountain
in my black garden
squeezed in between the heavens
in the enclave of my choice
where I am hiding
in Nagorny Karabakh

Once deep forests
mountain chains, maybe ice
a brass-yellow sun
perpetrates a paradise
my sys- or diastole
and between them the moment
borne by the birds
about their business here
in the enclave of my heart
where I lose myself
in Nagorny Karabakh

I climb down the mountain
enter one or another valley
flying flags of every colour
in Mount Karabakh

Two large black ravens
devouring the plums in the tree
I wonder if the other city cares for me
In the enclave of my choice
where I am hiding
in Nagorny Karabakh

Come and pay me a visit
I have unlimited time
and the view is most lovely
over the clouds and the town
in Nagorny Karabakh
Nagorny Karabakh
Nagorny Karabakh


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