Original subtitles

♪ La ♪

♪ Ich schütze... ♪

♪ Ahoy! Ahoy! ♪

Nicht rauchen! Schweinehund!

♪ Nun zäume dein Ross, reisige Maid

♪ Bald entbrennt brünstiger Streit... ♪

♪ Loge, hör ♪

♪ Loge, hör

♪ Lausche hieher

♪ Wie zuerst ich dich fand

♪ Als feurige Glut

♪ Wie dann einst du mir schwandest

♪ Als schweifende Lohe

♪ Wie ich dich band

♪ Bann ich dich heut

♪ Herauf, wabernde Lohe ♪

'A bad day for English football.

'Hopes for the World Cup are being dashed away

'by the vicious Albanian onslaught.

'I can remember this same team crushing the Albanians

'by an eight-goal defeat. 'The whistle's blown.

'Centre Smith passes to the limping left-half Wilson.

'The left-wing Jones picks up Wilson's pass and heads into the Albanian half.

'A wizard of a tackle on Rob Wilson. He's beaten Jones.

'The English backs have a winger.

'He's sent a ranging pass over the heads to the centre Gramowski.

'Gramowski to Valdek. Valdek's got an open goal.

'He stops. He measures. Where is the English defence?

'He shoots. It's hit the upright.

'It's in. Another goal.'

I like girls to be a bit difficult and to have a bit of spark!

Girls who aren't intelligent bore the pants off me, mentally.

I like girls to be attractive, of course, and independent!

Girls who can think for themselves!

I'm not intellectual, but I hope I'm fairly intelligent.

My main interests are sun...

..skiing, water skiing, games in general.

I used to have an aeroplane and I'm quite keen on cars, I have a Lancia.

I like cars to be attractive...

...well-built and quite fast.

I'm definitely not class-conscious.

The people who interest me are amusing, creative people.

I don't read much or go to the theatre or opera or ballet.

What I can't bear are people with chips on their shoulders.

I have working-class friends to speak and laugh with,

but they never come to stay. I just don't think it would work.

Of course, there are always bound to be class distinctions, but these break down

as soon as people who haven't had money before acquire it.

I don't see why country estates shouldn't go on as they are,

provided they're well run and the tenants are happy

and have a better deal than they would if they were independent.

Why people get excited by money and a title I can't think!

All it can buy you is a good table at a restaurant.

In 'ere, quick!

I'll write.

Fare thee well, my only love. Fare thee well awhile.

♪ And I will come again to thee

♪ Though it were ten thousand miles ♪

What's to become of the World Cup? We'll not have it.

This afternoon was a moment of truth for English football.

'Ere!

How much longer can we go on like this?

We're a laughing stock!

The game's been taken over by foreigners.

Foreigners, mind you, we were fighting against in the last war!

It's a national humiliation.

- Who? Who invented the game? - We did!

And this afternoon, our lot played like they had two left feet.

It was shocking!

They don't care, do they?

Come on, then.

Go on, shift yourself!

Can I put your coat up?

Hey! Where's that smoked Irishman, then?

How much am I going to take off you tonight, then?

Are you going all the way, then?

- Hey, you want to watch him, love. - Have a drink.

- Brew it yourself, did you? - No, he nicked it.

He only assisted in the nicking thereof. Cheers, Dad.

♪ It was early in November as I very well remember

♪ I was strolling down the street in drunken pride

♪ But my knees were all a-flutter so I landed in the gutter

♪ And a pig came up and laid down by me side

♪ Yes, I laid down in the gutter thinking what I should have oughta

♪ When a colleen passing by stopped and said

♪ "You can tell a man that boozes by the company he chooses"

♪ And at that the pig got up and walked away

♪ It was early in November I can very well remember

♪ I was strolling down the street in drunken pride

♪ But me knees were all a-flutter and I landed in the gutter... ♪

All right, everybody out!

All right, everybody out.

All right, everybody out.

Good morning!

We are now leaving square A and entering into square B,

travelling in a northerly direction.

Our speed is approximately 25 miles per hour

and visibility is moderate.

All right?

Welcome aboard this "See Your City" bus.

We hope your journey will be a happy one.

You can follow the route taken by the map provided,

and we will be visiting places old and new,

and places of our past and present, and places of our heritage.

Most important of all, you will be able, we hope, to meet the people of this city,

who are noted for their warmth and friendliness.

I'm glad to see a youngster turning out today.

I know you don't all spend your lives singing and dancing and...

listening to records.

Are you all right, now? Are you sure? OK, thank you.

These walky-talky sets

are provided for the convenience of visitors during our tour.

By raising the antenna so...

Right. Press in the button marked "on".

Then placing against the ear

you will be able to hear clearly detailed information

during and throughout at all stages of our tour.

Thank you.

- Everybody switched on? - Yes.

All right? Thank you. Your Worship.

Will you all follow me, please? This way.

You are now in one of the biggest industrial estates in the country.

No fewer than 84 different industries are featured here,

making a total of 136 companies.

These provide employment for over 875,000 operatives.

I was born in this city, and proud of it.

I'm a plain man - Blunt by name and blunt by nature!

As a boy, I played bare-footed in these streets

and today, today I'm worth three-quarters of a million pounds!

Do you mind not feeling my leg, please?

Money is the root of all progress.

The Industrial Revolution created great social problems,

as well as bringing economic advances, as you very well know.

This city of ours is deeply stained with the rust of industry,

but times are changing dramatically.

Science has liberated the worker and given him more leisure,

but he needs to be educated for that leisure.

Oh, yes, indeed.

We are justifiably proud of the steps that we are taking to help solve this problem.

I'm very glad you could get along today.

This must be very interesting for you,

coming as you do from an ancient culture,

where the hand plough and the ox cart

work alongside the helicopter and the tractor.

This place had been allowed to get very run-down before the council took it over.

Yes. Very run-down.

♪ In Erwägung unserer Schwäche machtet ihr

♪ Gesetze, die uns knechten soll'n

♪ Die Gesetze seien künftig nicht beachtet

♪ In Erwägung, dass wir nicht mehr Knecht sein woll'n

♪ In Erwägung, dass ihr uns dann eben

♪ Mit Gewehren und Kanonen droht

♪ Haben wir beschlossen, nunmehr schlechtes Leben

♪ Mehr zu fürchten als den Tod

♪ In Erwägung, dass wir hungrig bleiben

♪ Wenn wir dulden, dass ihr uns bestehlt... ♪

There's never been an age like the one we're living in,

and it is absolutely essential, we feel,

to establish some sort of community centre,

affording opportunities for corporate relaxation and refreshment.

♪... dass ihr uns dann eben... ♪

Aagh!

..part of the latest slum-clearing scheme.

This estate has rehoused many thousands of citizens,

and we are particularly proud of this

as representing our most distinguished achievement so far.

In the rehousing of citizens whose previous dwellings have been situated

in less salubrious neighbourhoods,

often built without consideration to their surrounding industries.

Flat-dwelling has not been popular up till now,

but we are gradually breaking down this resistance

by showing how pleasant it can be to live in flats

if they are well-planned and situated in pleasant surroundings.

Watch out for the gasworks coming up on the right.

It isn't generally realised that this was one of the first cities in the world

to provide gas for the public at a purely nominal rate.

Ladies and gentlemen, you will notice we are now leaving the built-up areas

and entering more open country.

Many of our more prominent citizens live in this area,

which is well-known for its spacious residences

and fine gardens.

The large park we are now entering is Queen's Oak Park,

a very popular place of recreation in all seasons

and with all sections of the community.

Parker.

I, er... I can promise you an exceptional display of gladioli

during the next two weeks, Your Worship.

Well, at least we can feel pleased with ourselves

when our brown shoes wear a polished mahogany smile!

- Carry on, Parker. - Your Worship.

He's seen over... he's seen over 50 years' service with us.

Wounded three times at Mons.

Armington Hall was donated to the city by the Armington family.

It was originally built in mediaeval style by the late Joshua Armington,

one of the greatest of our 19th-century industrialists.

Yes. The Industrial Revolution

made Armington a very wealthy man, of course.

He combined great business acumen with real Christianity.

In the old days, this used to be a mecca for English society.

"God forgive me", he had inscribed on his tomb.

The hall is now a school for girls

with a very fine high academic record.

With its special emphasis on community ties

the Hall has taken its place

as an integral part of the life of the community, but this is not all.

A modern building scheme is in stages of planning.

The curriculum of the school has been made highly selective,

specially designed to prepare the girls

to play their essential role in the world of tomorrow.

♪ Let us now praise famous men

♪ And our fathers that begat us

♪ Such as did bear rule in their kingdoms

♪ Men renowned for their power

♪ Leaders of the people by their counsels and by their knowledge

♪ Such as found out musical tunes

♪ And recited verses in writing

♪ All these were honoured in their generations

♪ And were the glory of their times ♪

We are extremely proud - and we think justifiably proud -

of our central library, art gallery and museum.

Here you will find copies of every English language publication

and a fine representative collection of paintings.

To be or not to be, that is the question.

♪ Tally-ho, tally-ho... ♪

Wisdom is the principal thing,

therefore get wisdom.

And with all thy getting, get understanding.

Exalt her, and she shall promote thee.

She shall bring thee to honour when thou dost embrace her.

She shall give to thine head an ornament of grace,

a crown of glory shall she deliver to thee.

You've got some disgusting books in here.

I borrowed one recently written by a former Member of Parliament

who'd been in prison for many years

on account of his unorthodox business practices.

In this book, he mentions a clergyman who was sentenced to ten years

for perversion.

I've no great sympathy for the clergyman,

but after borrowing other books from public libraries in this city,

I began to think that this sentence was hard.

Most of the books, which I selected at random,

were mere tracts condoning homosexual practices disguised as literature.

I won't disclose the titles, for obvious reasons.

One author, in my opinion, after going into his background,

is a man who, sooner or later, will come into collision with the authorities.

Meantime, he's free to write filthy books and have them published at a profit.

Everything he writes is acclaimed by the critics.

This author maintains that public revulsion at perversion

is middle-class prejudice.

It's most alarming.

I'm beginning to wonder how many more dirty books

there are in our public libraries.

Shall we have a cup of tea?

The tribe has a strong sense of unity

based upon the tradition of a common descent from a single male ancestor,

but there's no political unity.

The shattering social change was introduced through an edict

forbidding exchange marriage.

This, more than anything else,

gave the younger generation the opportunity and the ability

to question traditional ways, the authority of the elders

and, in general, the very foundations of the tribal culture.

But more urgently, we live in a world

haunted by the destructive powers that we have released.

It is essential that we have faith in a world-risen belief

in the future of human living.

..upon our ability to hope depends our willingness to act

in the present, now, immediately, upon the instant.

You think about the question, how can technical change be introduced

with such regard for established culture patterns

that human values are preserved

within the technological and social structure of the future.

Excuse me, Your Worship. It's time we were leaving.

Oh, is it?

Yes, right.

Ladies and gentlemen, we are now taking the lift to the city museum.

- This way, please. - Please return your cups and saucers!

- Does this thing work? - No, sir.

Oh.

'The Civil Defence Forces of this city,

'which are presenting this demonstration, are an entirely voluntary service.

'Its officers have an arduous and unglamorous job,

'but a tremendously valuable one.

'Survival, we all know, is a matter of preparedness.

'Young and old have their part to play.

'Leadership can make all the difference between hopeless panic and survival.'

Lower!

Play out on the guides a bit.

'Rigorous training methods are employed

'to ensure that the machinery of rescue is at hand to deal with any emergency.'

Rescue party here. Can you hear me?

Come on.

- Why not? - I don't want to.

- I thought you liked me. - Well, I do like you.

- Then why won't you? - I feel so daft.

- Ah, you don't feel daft. Come on. - No.

Come on.

She wouldn't. You all want it! You're all getting it!

But not from me!

- Time for bed, my love. - Time to tidy the place up.

Tomorrow is another day.

If we don't do Saturday's work till Sunday,

we won't do Sunday's work till Monday.

We won't do Monday's work till Tuesday.

We won't do Tuesday's work till Wednesday.

We won't do Wednesday's work till Thursday.

We won't do Thursday's work till Friday.

We won't do Friday's work till Saturday,

and we'll never catch Saturday's work again.

♪ Oh, yes, I know

♪ My life is over

♪ I'll say farewell

♪ To all my past

♪ To all the games I didn't win

♪ To all the loves lost down the line

♪ To all the hopes that faded fast

♪ It really can't be called a sin

♪ To leave this little world of mine

♪ If I can find some peace at last

♪ I got the show, my life is over

♪ The final bell has tolled for me

♪ Now I can give up all pretence

♪ Forget the tears behind the smiles

♪ For once, I'm really, really, really breaking free

♪ Now my horizons are immense

♪ And way ahead for miles and miles

♪ A sunny land is all I see

♪ So, here I go

♪ My life is over

♪ And even hell can't be as bad

♪ No more waking up to find

♪ I'm in an empty bed

♪ And no more men to drive me mad

♪ I'm going with an easy mind

♪ A kind of lightness in my head

♪ There's not a thing to make me sad...

♪ It really can't be called a sin

♪ To leave this little world of mine

♪ If I can find some peace

♪ If I can find some peace

♪ At last ♪

Parlez-vous anglais?

Oh, yes.

Er... I'm your next-door neighbour.

Thought we might get to know each other a bit.

You, er... travelling alone?

- Er... yes, yes. I am. - So am I.

Not very talkative, are you?

No!

What's your line of business, if you don't mind...?

- I'm a singer. - Singer? Really?

- What sort of stuff do you sing? - Songs.

Songs!

Sense of humour.

Oh, I say. That's a very nice piece.

- That's French, isn't it? - No, I got it...

I can always tell the French. It's got that je ne sais quoi.

I should know, I'm in the garment trade myself.

Oh.

Er... how about a night cap?

- I was going to bed. - Oh, come on!

It'll do you good. I've got some in here.

Not for me. I've never touched a drop, myself.

It's presents, you know, for a business associate in... gay Paris.

Come on. You're quite welcome.

Just for a minute.

♪ He looked at me and I turned round

♪ He smiled at me, I stood my ground

♪ Until I heard him speak these words

♪ "Do you mind if I smoke?

♪ "Does it bother you?

♪ "Cigarette?

♪ "Oh, that's good when you're a smoker, too"

♪ Smoking helps pass the time

♪ Are you alone?

♪ Oh, that's good because I'm travelling alone

♪ That's how we met

♪ A wagon lit, in wagon lits to lie too long alone is wrong

♪ Yes, very

♪ The Paris, Dunkirk, Dover, London run was fun when I met him

♪ On a night ferry

♪ That's where we met in wagon C, in wagon C

♪ The song of swaying trains helped us along

♪ He whispered clearly in my ear

♪ "Don't tell me who you are"

♪ And I'll do the same

♪ What's the good of a name?

♪ Just put out the light

♪ Just put out the light

♪ Just put out the light ♪

- Coffee for the workers? - Oh, thank you.

- How's it going? - Awful, I'm croaking.

- It's going very well, Jacky. - Thank you.

I've always wanted to sing.

I'm sorry my songs are so... tricky.

He writes for love, you see.

Amateur!

Here.

Let's try it again.

♪ Don't tell me who you are

♪ And I'll do the same

♪ What's the good of a name?

♪ Just put out the light

♪ Just call me mon chérie

♪ That's how it should be

♪ Are you this? Are you that?

♪ Who cares for a night?

♪ In wagon lits to lie too long alone is wrong

♪ And very soon the lonely night was merry

♪ The Paris, Dunkirk, Dover, London run was fun when I met him

♪ On a night ferry

♪ That's where we loved in wagon C, in wagon C

♪ The song of swaying trains helped us along

♪ I whispered clearly in his ear

♪ "To be yours, mon chéri, really suits me fine

♪ "To me, you're just a face, that's all you will be"

♪ For tonight, you are mine

♪ This is just the place

♪ To do this, to do that

♪ Here in your embrace tomorrow... it's goodbye, chéri

♪ Tomorrow we'll both have another memory to bury

♪ The Paris, Dunkirk, Dover, London run was fun and when it's done

♪ I still will not know who you are

♪ And very soon we'll both be

♪ So far, so far

♪ From our night ferry ♪

Pretty groovy. Who writes your material?

A friend of mine, a guitarist.

That's great. Might even wake them up next time.

It's a tough audience here. I'm used to better places than this.

West Berlin, Beirut, Deauville.

It's a living.

♪ In my oval looking glass

♪ Putting powder on

♪ Look at me

♪ Now I'm red

♪ Now I'm blue

♪ Now I'm gone

♪ In my oval looking glass watch my contours change

♪ Now they're mauve now they're green

♪ Always something strange

♪ Now I see the light so bright in his eyes, in my eyes

♪ Now I see the changing light on my breast and thighs

♪ Like the neon lights outside now they're red, now they're blue

♪ Neon letters tall and wide are my only view

♪ Now they're red, now they're blue and like a flickering flame

♪ Now they're red, now they're blue spelling out my name

♪ Followed by a silver streak tracing out my form

♪ Shooting up, shooting down lightning in a storm

♪ "You're just like some little rainbow"

♪ That's what my lover said

♪ "I love to look at your body, that fancy shade of red"

♪ He used to speak words so tender

♪ Sometimes purple, sometimes blue

♪ And he had that kind of loving

♪ I closed my eyes to

♪ Now before my looking glass making up an eye

♪ Now I'm mauve, now I'm green suddenly, I sigh

♪ Deep down in that looking glass slipping on my tights

♪ Now I'm red, now I'm blue and he's in the lights

♪ Lights are dancing more and more, now I hear my call

♪ I go out on the floor, I don't see at all

♪ Spotlights from the colour wheel reel about my head

♪ Now I'm green, now I'm blue, now that fancy red

♪ Now I'm mauve, now I'm green in the depths of night

♪ Red, blue, never black and white

♪ There's the warmness of his hand in those lights on me

♪ Now I'm blue, now I'm red like it used to be

♪ My eyes touch, yet now I'm certain

♪ I can't go on this way

♪ Without his love, colours fading and everything is... grey

♪ I long to speak words so tender

♪ I can't live life without you

♪ Cause he had that kind of loving

♪ I must close my eyes to

♪ But I see the dancing lights, now they're red, now they're blue

♪ In those crazy dancing lights now I'm red, now I'm blue

♪ Now I'm red, now I'm blue

- ♪ I'm red, I'm blue... ♪ - You're on, sweetie

♪...I'm red, I'm blue, I'm red, I'm blue

♪ I'm red, I'm blue

♪ I'm red, I'm blue I'm red, I'm blue... ♪

You're on, sweetie.

La célèbre chanteuse anglaise, Miss Jacky Molinaro.

- Isn't he sexy? - You say that to all the queers.

Et merci. Maintenant une petite chanson en français.

A little song in French.

It's about a confused millionaire.

Un milliardaire confus.

Excusez mon accent.

This millionaire was in love with a little girl.

Ce milliardaire aimait une petite fille.

But one day, he found out she had a sister.

'Her name was Jacky. Her sister's was Jenny.'

Then who are you?

- I'm Jacky. - Oh. Well, then, who's this?

- Ah. It's Jenny. - No, it isn't. It's Jacky.

Don't be silly. It's Jenny.

And Jenny was quite different.

♪ She had got just what it takes and men fell for her

♪ She had got beneath her sweater made of fluffy pink angora

♪ A satin skin had my twin

♪ Two sisters so alike when on our motorbike

♪ We made the men dango, dango, hm, hm

♪ 'Neath the pink angora nothing but a flowery slip

♪ Underneath that flowery slip was my little twin

♪ We would go together always dressed the same

♪ Men all called her by my name and took her for me

♪ 'Neath the pink angora sweaters clinging tight

♪ On our motorbike at night hair blown by the wind

♪ She had got just what it takes and men fell for her

♪ I had got beneath my sweater made of fluffy pink angora

♪ Same satin skin as my twin

♪ Two sisters so alike when on our motorbike

♪ We made the men dango, dango, ha, ha, ha

♪ Mad for pink angora

♪ Mad with love for flowers in bloom as along the road we'd zoom

♪ We got men in line

♪ One man was enough, though to break us apart

♪ First my sister had his heart... ♪

Hello?

Right.

Well, you fix the tickets.

Meet me at the airport, but now.

- Come on, Jacky. We've got to go. - Oh, no.

- Yes, I'm sorry, darling. - Must we?

As much as I love you.

♪ She had got just what it takes and men fell for her

♪ I had got beneath my sweater made of fluffy pink angora

♪ Same satin skin as my twin

♪ Two sisters so alike when on our motorbike

♪ We made the men dango, dango...

♪ Mad for pink angora

♪ Mad with love for flowers in bloom as along the road we'd zoom

♪ We'd got men in line

♪ One man was enough, though to break us apart

♪ First my sister had his heart then he fell for me

♪ 'Neath the pink angora nothing but two flowery slips

♪ But his eager fingertips gave up hers for mine ♪

Ha dormito bene?

Ciao.

- Ma che vuole? - Cinquantacinque millioni.

Impossibile!

- Come on, Jacky. Let's go. - What's happening?

What is this song?

Gehen wir nach Hause!

Sing "La Vie en Rose"!

Come on then, love. Let's go.

Can my friend come, too?

What do you think I am, made of money?

I'm going to have to learn "Vie en Rose".

Not so good this time?

Oh, well, they're stoned, anyway.

Yeah, it's the hardcore.

Mm.

I could use a drink myself.

Come on.

Yeah, I thought I could make it on the jazz scene here.

I blew at the Vieux Colombier for a bit.

Tant pis!

I end up in a dump like this.

- Bon nuit. - Bon nuit.

Bon nuit, Maurice.

I'll run you back to your hotel.

Thanks.

Then I got to head for home.

I can take a cab.

What for?

Might as well use the car while I've got it.

Where's home?

- America. - America?

That's what I said.

- But I haven't got a visa. - Relax.

My friends will fix that.

That's wonderful.

You like taking off for places, don't you? That's what we're doing, taking off.

♪ Once I had a friend who would always tell me

♪ "Be a straw that any wind can blow around

♪ "Not someone who's aimed much too high wondering why

♪ "Life has now put you down, put you down, put you down"

♪ Di-do-di-da, doobi-di-do-ba-da-ba-da

♪ Di-do-di-da, doobi-di-do-ba-da

♪ So why knock yourself out?

♪ What's the point of it all?

♪ All the worry makes elephants turn grey

♪ It's nicer with two

♪ In a bed that's too small

♪ Than be one in a four-poster

♪ Where three can play

♪ Lacy black stockings may turn a man on

♪ But the legs are what make a man swing

♪ Old men in sports cars can get a girl gone

♪ But they never can bring back the spring

♪ Once I had a friend

♪ Who would always tell me

♪ "Be a straw that any wind can blow around

♪ "Not someone who's aimed much too high, wondering why

♪ "Life has now put you down, put you down, put you down"

♪ Di-do-di-da, doobi-di-do-ba-da-ba-da...

♪ Di-do-di-dah, yes!

♪ I'd rather be one happy fish in my pool

♪ Than a whale who is floundering on the sand

♪ 'I'd much rather be warm in bed than be cool

♪ In a grave with my name famous in every land

♪ One little shirt button has more romance

♪ Than the gongs on a general's chest

♪ Matadors may dress up in golden pants

♪ But beneath them they're just like the rest

♪ Once I had a friend who would always tell me

♪ "Let's be straws that any wind can blow around

♪ "So glad as we glide and just swim with the tide...

♪ "Let's cruise in the wind

♪ "Without a thing to put us down" ♪

Would you get me Balzac, vingt cinq, zero, six?

Hello. Um... Listen, I'm afraid I got hung up a bit.

My reservation come through all right?

Yeah.

Well, look, I'll drop the car off to you.

Yeah.

About half past five. OK?

See you.

Hi.

Hi.

- Sleep all right? - Mm. Did you?

Like a dream.

♪ The words of love are little nothing words

♪ Sweet nothing words like that

♪ The words of love are little nothing words

♪ So very short and flat

♪ At dawn, I hear you say

♪ "So, did you sleep well? It's a lovely day"

♪ A word that seems a bagatelle often rings a private bell

♪ Those words don't mean a thing

♪ 'Cept when you and I give them some meaning

♪ Those nothing words don't mean a light

♪ But to us, they're not so trite

♪ Those words that seem to be an empty phrase

♪ Those words I'm speaking of

♪ Those words just made for ordinary days

♪ To me, are full of love

♪ At midnight, you may say

♪ "Your eyes wrinkle up when you smile that way

♪ "When you smile that way at me, chérie,

♪ "When you smile that way at me"

♪ Those words don't mean a thing

♪ 'Cept when you and I give them some meaning

♪ Those nothing words don't mean a light

♪ But to us, they're not so trite

♪ The words of love are little words that fall

♪ Like raindrops on the sea

♪ And though the ripples that they make are small

♪ They say it all to me

♪ They say it all to you

♪ They say it all to us

♪ Those nothing words are true ♪

I'm starving!

- I'll buy you some lunch. - It's three o'clock!

- We could still go to the drugstore. - Yeah, if we hurry.

What's the hurry? Got something better to do?

- No. Just my packing. - What?

I'm leaving, didn't I tell you?

When?

Midnight tonight, from Orly.

I see.

♪ Paris, Orly, the time is now minuit

♪ Although the journey's just begun

♪ For me, for me, it's like an ending

♪ Already in the depths of night

♪ I pine for you

♪ Paris, Orly, the time is now minuit

♪ A midnight jet is soon a memory

♪ Along the long runway the lights will quickly rise

♪ It's time for the goodbyes, it's time for the goodbyes

♪ And earlier today I couldn't realise

♪ It's time for the goodbyes, it's time for the goodbyes

♪ Paris, Orly, the time is now minuit

♪ Will we forget each other soon?

♪ A flight now separates two lovers

♪ I can't believe it's true tonight

♪ Love is flying, too

♪ Paris, Orly...

♪ The time is now minuit

♪ The last Pan Am flies over darkened sea

♪ No radar can control the tears in lovers' eyes

♪ It's time for the goodbyes, it's time for the goodbyes

♪ And up to the North Pole a lonely Boeing flies

♪ It's time for the goodbyes, it's time for the goodbyes

♪ Paris

♪ Orly

♪ The time is past minuit ♪