Lavoura Arcaica
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:39:42
I don't drink any more.
Nor should you drink any more.

:39:45
Father's wisdom
isn't in this wine!

:39:48
The spirit of this wine will not repair
the damage of our home!

:39:51
Put the bottle away, that's serious,
it's about the family!

:39:58
Lt's all right to have a drink!
:40:01
I'm an epileptic!
An epileptic!

:40:05
Your brother is epileptic,
now you know it!

:40:07
Go home and tell everyone!
:40:09
Go now, and you'll see that
the doors and windows at home...

:40:13
will bang shut
by this wind!

:40:15
And you, men of the family...
:40:18
carrying Father's heavy tool box,
will walk around the house...

:40:24
violently hammering crossed
boards over the windows!

:40:32
And our sisters...
:40:33
dressed in black, will run
around the house in mourning.

:40:37
It'll be a chorus of howling,
sobbing and whimpering...

:40:42
a locked-up family dance!
:40:45
He abandoned us...
:40:46
And with a flock of scarves
to hide their faces...

:40:50
they will huddle, exhausted,
sobbing in a corner...

:40:55
He abandoned us...
:40:57
And you will scream
louder and louder:

:40:59
"Our brother is a convulsive.
A possessed epileptic!"


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