My white Yak

On this long t-ravel,
Auf dieser langen R-eise
На тоvа дълго п-ътуvане

Just you and me above
My white yak (walking slowly)
The misty fresh air embraces us
We go through the snow deserts,
And through our memories fields
We go through our pains, illusions,
We go where we never were before,
To the empty kingdom of e-ther,
zum leeren Königreich Ä-ther

Königreich Ä-ther
Царстvо на е-фира

Where no one is white, but all souls
Are painted in red and black.
We are going to nowhere of our
Nakedness, in trap of dreams awake
Your long white hair wrapped around my waist,
My long white hair, around your neck,
So we never separate, on that long way

So dass wir nie auf diesem langen Weg

Zu tre-nnen
Zu tre-nnen
To se-parate
да се раз-делим.

{ © n.nour}
-- 2014.05.
-- march

Snow Wolf

It was so frozen-cold, the air was bright
I saw the shine of the Full moon, reflecting
all beauty and pain of the snow,
It was so silent, I could hear my breath,
when his steps appear making little traces
black on white, I was amazed - 
so sharp coldness radiated his gray eyes,
while coming through my veins as a knife,
a fear griped my senses, I didn`t recognize 
my soul-mate, under the skin of Snow-wolf
little drops of blood touched the whiteness 
In his lonely eyes I wanted to dive and disappear
In his wolf soul I was trapped through the moon 
when he talked to me slowly "release me now"
my hands touched his fur and my spirit embraced him.

: n. nour :