Дом Солнца - это мое имя - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

You're probably wondering who I am, but I'm one of those people who doesn't have a regular name. My name depends on you. Call me whatever you're thinking about right now.

If you remember something that happened a long time ago: someone asked you a question and you didn’t know the answer.

This is my name.

Maybe it was raining heavily.

This is my name.

Or someone asked you to do something. You did. Then it said that you did everything wrong - “Sorry, I was wrong” - and you had to do something else.

This is my name.

Maybe it's a game you played as a child, or thoughts that slowly floated through your mind when you were old and sitting in a chair by the window.

This is my name.

Or you were walking. And there were many flowers growing around.

This is my name.

Maybe you watched the water flow in the river. With someone who loved you. You were almost touching each other. You felt the touch before it happened. And it happened.

This is my name.

Or someone called you from far away. The voice echoed.

This is my name.

Maybe you were lying in bed, almost falling asleep, and suddenly you laughed at something, some joke of your own - it’s such a good way to end the day.

This is my name.

Or you ate something delicious and for a second forgot what it was, but continued to chew because you knew how tasty it was.

This is my name.

Perhaps it was midnight, and the fire was roaring in the hearth like a bell.

This is my name.

Or did you feel bad when she told you all this. Couldn't she really talk to someone else - someone who understands better in such matters?

This is my name.

The trout may have swam into the pond, but the river was only eight inches wide, the moon was shining above Deatha, and the watermelon field had stretched so long that it seemed as if the moon and darkness were rising from every shoot.

This is my name.

Richard Brautigan