1:26:04
Would you like to try?
1:26:09
Hit it against the rock, gently.
1:26:18
Poet, l haven't had
an egg in days.
1:26:22
You haven't?
1:26:27
- Here.
- Thank you.
1:26:29
I'm not going
to let mine get away.
1:26:51
- Sing us a song.
- Sing us a song, Antoninus.
1:26:55
Sing, Antoninus.
1:26:59
When the blazing sun
hangs low in the western sky...
1:27:05
when the wind dies away
on the mountain...
1:27:10
when the song
of the meadowlark turns still...
1:27:15
when the field locust clicks
no more in the field...
1:27:20
and the sea foam sleeps
like a maiden at rest...
1:27:24
and twilight touches the shape
of the wandering earth...
1:27:27
l turn home.
1:27:30
Through blue shadows
and purple woods...
1:27:33
l turn home.
1:27:37
l turn to the place
that l was born...
1:27:39
to the mother who bore me
and the father who taught me...
1:27:43
long ago, long ago...
1:27:45
long ago.
1:27:49
Alone am l now, lost and alone,
in a far, wide, wandering world.
1:27:55
Yet still when
the blazing sun hangs low...