Urga Song Page #3
- Year:
- 1999
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- Wipe yourself there.
That? Ah!
You still want some, Bouin?
Damn fly, got right here...
Geez... Alright!
Gombo...
Who is it who plays... the accordion?
Who plays that thing... there...
- You? You?
- Bourma.
Our daughter.
You?
Our daughter.
You? You play!
Fantastic!
And... who teaches her?.
You know, teaches her? Eh?
Him. A relative who lives down town,
He's their uncle...
Tourline?
Tourline-akha!
Yes! He plays the piano
-... in a restaurant.
- A pianist?
He teaches her...
Her?
... the accordion.
Good Tourline! Good man...
Sergei... You?
Bourma!
Bourma.
Me too, I'm a musician.
In the army:
a soldier, I was a soldier!A soldier, you understand?
In the orchestra!
When I was a soldier. Soldier, you see?
Have some more.
Good. To the health of the children!
Oh geez...
Um.. Granny, Granny...
Grandma, doesn't she drink?
She doesn't drink, eh? No?
She smokes only?
Yes, she smokes a lot.
Raise your hand,
our guest's asking, come on.
No, you shouldn't act like this
with the grow-up people.
It's no good.
Eat instead.
You're not eating, Bouin?
Pass the dish.
And that one, who's that?
I don't know really...
that it's his brother in America.
But I don't believe it.
He makes up stories.
He's a bit strange...
always drunk... staggers around...
And he's not... no?
Not, not that one!
- No?
- No, not that one!
Not that one!
Oh, geez...
That's the real fire.
Here...
Grandma...
A long life to Granny!
To Grandma!
She's super, Granny!
To your health!
To you! To you all!
Damn! Oh Lord, help me!
What have you got there?
Bourma!
Could you play us something...?
Yes, yes... play a little...
Yes, play!..
Gombo.. the accordion and...
Yes, yes, my daughter plays well, yes!
- Really, play for our guest.
- Good.
She is gifted in music.
Go ahead, we're listening!
Look, don't lie so close to me then.
Where should I lie? My bed
is being used by our guest.
But I'm not made of iron.
Pagma... come closer.
You're obstinate, like a child.
You know me,
I'll be pregnant straight away.
But before, you could...
The doctor did something to you.
Not just after the birth.
You have to wait, the doctor said.
I told you so many times.
You can't as long as he forbids it.
But it's three months already.
How long do we have to wait?
I don't know.
And you, why don't you do anything?
Have you never...
What can I do?
No. About what?
Come here.
Yes, what?
I'll explain.
What?!
Listen to me, okay?
Everyone knows that.
You too?
Of course.
Eh?
My family is from the city,
I lived there for a long time.
They talk about it on TV.
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