All language subtitles for Red.White.and.Zero.1967.720p.BluRay.x264-GHOULS

♪ 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 ♪