Lyrics Марианна Плотникова - по именам

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"... and to call each thing by its right name." (Boris Pasternak, “Doctor Zhivago,” a phrase from an English-language publication, quoted by the protagonist of the film “In the Wild”).

so you left home and you are alone
live halfway
go to yourself

here day steps into the night feet in the mud
live connection
heels her legs viscously
cold and wild alaska

you are a hundred roads of scattered stones
they are silent and seem smarter
but the right words grow through babble
and the syllable of a stranger makes you raw

invisible thread trying to wrinkle
mother cries over a torn umbilical cord
her trace looks like a third eye
looking for a manhole from the center of the body to the heart

read from a leaf not like stems
there is no whiter face in this world
it looks into an empty blind man
here it is filled with emptiness and is alive

here is poison but hunger is the main link
eye sills pouring grain
and the third is ripening about to see how
gray-haired father pressed his fist into the asphalt

choking on the sky you donkey
by the names of yourself and things all
called and dead and see mother again
and I will die when I can call