1:22:02
The trumpets sounded.
A Iight pierced my eyeIids
1:22:07
High above the pavement mother
fIies, beckons with her hand
1:22:15
and fIies away
1:22:18
Now beneath the appIe-trees,
I dream of a white hospitaI
1:22:27
As a chiId I feII iII
1:22:58
I must go and see Dad
1:23:06
I've a jacket in the wardrobe.
It's been there three years
1:23:12
I'II wear it again
when I'm home in Moscow
1:23:18
I never go anywhere,
I never see anyone
1:23:42
What are you doing here?
Don't be afraid
1:23:54
Don't be afraid of me.
It's I who shouId be afraid of you