Bran Nue Dae Page #4

when I was 16

and I gave it away

and I'm not worthy.

I'm a sinner and I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Let's sing it one more time

for our sister.

I too have lost a child

and I too have been a sinner.

I had a child to another man.

Behold! A vision from God!

We are all sinners, my children.

We are all angels und devils.

Lux in tenebris!

Light in the darkness.

I had a child to that man there!

He took my child away to Germany

20 years ago.

Mein vater! Mein vater!

Wolfgang? My son?

My son!

My father.

Wolfy, this is your mother, Theresa.

Well, not the Mother Theresa,

but she is your mother Theresa.

Hello, Theresa.

Meine Mutter?

Meine Mutter?

Meine Mutter?

My son? My son!

My prayers have been answered.

Willie, you have a brother.

I am an Aborigine!

I got a story to tell

if anyone wanna listen.

When I was young I got married,

but my wife

had a child to another man.

Where is that woman now?

That's her right there.

Steven? Steven Johnson.

He's returned to be saved!

No more drinking.

No more loose women.

No, no, no. Hang on a minute.

I never meant to do it, Steven.

It was the devil's work.

Where are you going?

I need a drink.

You don't need a drink, Steven.

Wait for me!

Mutti?

Wait for me, Steven!

Wait for me! My mutti!

Mutti, please wait! Mutti!

Mum?

Willie? What are doing here?

You're meant to be in school.

Did you bring him?

No.

I ran away from Clontarf.

You run away?!

I work like a dog for you

to study hard and be a priest

and you run away?!

And what are you doing

with that girl?!

Have you turned your back on God?

No, Mum, I haven't.

Oh, Lord. Have you lost your faith?

No, Mum, I just don't want

to be a priest.

I don't understand.

What do you want, Willie?

I want this!

To be at home,

under the stars, fishing,

to be with you and with my girl, Rosie.

God is here. This is heaven.

Well, you better talk to your father

about what he thinks.

No, not that Father, your father -

Steven Johnson Tadpole.

Willie?

Uncle Tadpole?

Willie.

Mein brother!

We are all one in the eyes of God.

We thank the Lord

for everything he provides

and for watching over his flock.

Amen.

Amen.

Come on, you mob,

soup's getting cold.

Actually,

I've got another confession.

I was adopted out as a child.

All I remember is being pulled

from a sea of wailing black faces

and being raised in the city

to be white.

Yeah, I'm one of you guys.

I'm an Aborigine too.

You've got to be kidding.

Today, everyone's an Aborigine!

Yeah!

This song is called 'Millya

Rumarra' which means bran nue dae.

This fella song is all about

the Aboriginal people.

Coloured people.

Black people, long Australia.

Other day I bin go along

to social security.

I bin asked for a job.

They bin say,

"What's your working experience?"

I bin tell them I got nothing.

They say, "How come?"

Yeah, they bin talk about this kind,

that kind, any kind, every kind.

But still same kind.

And, boy, make me slack.

Bran nue dae. Mmm.

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