:16:17
Childhood seems so far away
:16:24
And those hills... they don't seem
to be of this earth
:16:34
No one climbs hills any more;
they plumb the depths instead
:16:46
l've got a job in a music school.
Don't tell Ma
:16:51
Continue your studies, too.
l'll organize the funds
:16:55
Will you teach me one of
Tagore's songs?
:17:08
Soft-hearted idiots like you
get hurt most!
:17:13
Then keep me in a glass case,
like a wax doll
:17:29
l'm leaving home
:17:38
Even though l'm a nobody
:17:43
l can't take it any more
:17:47
l'm leaving in protest
:17:51
You'll go on suffering in silence
and get smothered