All language subtitles for Andriesh. - 1954 -PARAJANOV

ANDRIESH

Direction:
I. Bazelian & S Parajanov.

Once upon a time...

...so long ago no one knows when,

there lived in a Moldavian village
a young shepherd boy called Andriesh.

It didn't matter that he was only small,

for he had his whip and his shepherd's hat

and a flute that can play its tune
to this very day.

Andriesh also had a faithful dog

Luthar the magnificent

loyal friend of the little shepherd
and enemy of the wolves.

Andriesh, it is time
to rejoin your flock.

Take good care of her, shepherd.

We only have the one.

If you lose her
we can't buy another.

- Are you off to the steppes?
- Yes Floretika.

Will you be back this evening?

No, I'll be sleeping with the sheep.

Aren't you afraid?
What if there are any wolves?

We're there because of the wolves.

Hello.

I've something for you

Wait a moment

Take this bundle for your journey.

Here, take it lad.

Thank you.

Take good care of your flock

The whole village will be ruined
if you lose the sheep.

Shepherd, here's my sheep!

You're a fine youth

And when you grow up

you'll be just like
our hero Voinovan.

Take care now and good fortune.

Who is that singing?

And where does it come from, this song
that fills my heart with joy?

Perhaps carried by the clouds

that pass this morning, close to the sun.

Where is the steppe
that dawns and sings

in finding the morning?

Liana!

Is it you who sings?

Wait.
Where is it from, that tune?

Have you not heard
the murmur of the steams on the steppes,

the rustle of the branches
that turn towards the sun.

the song of the birds in the clearing?

Me,
I hear the sounds of the forest,

birdsong in the trees.
the wind sweeping across the fields.

I listen with all my heart
to the tinkling of the brook.

I've been a shepherd for a long time.

This flute has so many tunes,

but I've never heard the equal.

I promise you that
the shepherd's flute

will spread this melody
through all the valley.

The song of Liana,
the song of the dawn.

That the joy of mankind will flourish
and never cease.

You must be tired shepherd.
Let me help you.

- No, I'm alright.
- Are you sure?

In our valley,
there's a hero, Voinovan.

And they say in the village
that he manages alone.

Now, that's a hero.

- Have you seen Voinovan?
- I'd know him.

He has a magic flute,
magnificently decorated.

- Like this?
- Voinovan!

Take it, don't be frightened.

- I'll give you mine.
- Alright.

Perhaps people will now
take you for a hero.

You see, we're the same height.
You have a shepherd's whip.

You're not afraid of work.
Why shouldn't you be a hero?

I'm going to play this tune
all day.

But remember,
in this flute lives the melody

dearest of all to me.

And if ever you're in danger,

Wherever you are, play this tune
and I'll come to your aid.

- You won't forget?
- I won't.

Well, now lad, on your way.

The sheep are waiting.

Again, in the heart of man,

is born a melody full of joy.

I recognise the magic flute
of the shepherd Voinovan.

Silence cursed shepherd!

You will never find happiness.

I will burn all the villages
and silence will reign.

It's me Luthar, don't be frightened.

Can you hear? Down in the valley,
the shepherds playing and dancing.

Voinovan must be down there.

Look at this fine flute
he gave me.

I've played it all day.

I'm going to see Voinovan,
I won't be long.

But you can't guard
the flock all alone.

If only Floretika was here.
We could dance.

I made a crown of flowers,
but she isn't here.

Stay here Luthar,
I'll be back soon.

Who are you?

Can't you see?
I'm a shepherd.

I've come to the celebration.
Shouldn't I be here?

There are many beautiful girls
besides Liana.

She must rejoin the dancing circle.

Very well.

Liana must choose for herself
between the two of us.

Reply to the sound of this tune.

Voinovan!

Since the evil sorcerer
has carried away Liana,

music had died in our
shepherd's flutes.

Hear me!

It's the Black Hurricane,

the mortal enemy of our valley,
wants to take away our happiness.

For as long as he's here,

the music of our flutes
will not waken us at dawn.

Misfortune is upon us!

- Andriesh!
- Floretika!

The Black Hurricane
has stolen the whole flock.

I've lost all of my sheep.

What a beautiful flute!

It's Voinovan's flute.
He'll come to our aid.

It doesn't work!

I've got to find my flock.

Luthar and my sheep,
I'll get them back from the Black Hurricane.

Without them,
I can never go back to the village.

Who is it that's brave enough
to dare to confront the Hurricane?

Come to me!

that I may place my hands
on your strong shoulders.

You are still young,
but that doesn't matter.

Still a sapling,
the oak seems small and thin,

but in a storm,
it doesn't bend.

It is strong.

Go now, my son.

Let the grave welcome
only your enemies.

And let the light go with you, Andriesh.

My brothers!

It is the heart of Voinovan
which speaks to you this day.

We must defeat the Black Hurricane.

We must defeat this dark force.

He has taken Liana,
he has taken our song.

It is he who has burnt
all the villages of our valley.

Bear witness, my brothers,

I will find his cavern

I will not return to this valley
until I have destroyed him.

This I solemnly swear.
Even if his evil scars my soul.

The rage in my heart
will overcome both fire and stone.

I swear this oath.

I swear this oath!

Andriesh!

Help me Andriesh!

Why are you sad
Weeping Willow?

The Black Hurricane has passed by,
Andriesh.

He has harmed me.

He has chased the birds
from my branches, Andriesh.

He has bent me towards the earth.

My leaves are shrivelled,
Andriesh.

And my branches are twisted in pain.

I feel now, I no longer belong,

here on my native earth.

I will help you.
I will straighten out your branches.

Andriesh...

I will not forget the care
you have lavished on me.

Here, take this gift

This leaf from the weeping willow.

Put this leaf in your flute

Inside, the melody will awaken

If all appears hopeless,
it will help against the dark force.

Goodbye, Weeping Willow.

Andriesh,
The Black Hurricane wants only one thing.

to win the battle with Voinovan.

And to defeat you,

he has sent for his brother
Statoupalm Barbacotte

Beware.

The storm is his plaything,
And hailstones his toys.

I am Barbacotte.

I call the waters
from the deepest torrents.

Descend, clouds, of this mighty storm.

Flood the fields, destroy the grape,

Everywhere will reign
water and misfortune.

Everyone will quake.

The oaks will bend
beneath the water's weight

From sodden earth,
nothing will grow.

On the land,
no person go.

Never more the sound of laughter,
Misery for ever after.

I am Barbacotte.

Hello, my friend, hello!

Come and see the puddles grow.

Everything now would be fine
if I turned water into wine.

This is the work of Barbacotte
who gives us water, cold not hot.

I'm looking for my sheep.
They've all been stolen.

The Black Hurricane has
taken my flock.

Black Hurricane? Be not afraid.

You'll take them in a daring raid.

- Do you live here?
- Not in the spirit world afar,

Nor this world near.

Not here.

I was invited

And you the dwarf, who blighted.

Come quickly here!

You know Pakala, now be glad

To make acquaintance with the lad.

Barba you're a hateful dwarf.
Without you we'd be better orf.

Shining sun on high,
return the land to dry.

No matter devil, what you do,
the final laugh will be on you.

Will be on you!

Barbacotte my laugh will stay
until you go away.

Or fall from sky into the mud
and spill your blood.

No matter devil, what you do,
the final laugh will be on you.

Will be on you!

Who are you?

A joker, a jester.

A fibber, a fine fellow.

Pakala

who hunts blackguards.

And will free this place

from the demon Barbacotte.
So I have sworn.

His death, demise, decease

will bring laughter everlasting.

I want to help you, but how?

Voinovan gave me this flute.
It's all I have.

You have Voinovan's
magic flute?

OK lad, give it to me.

What a lovely flute!

It's magic.

It laughs and jokes!

Now, with it's music,

We'll make Barbacotte dance.

Now, on this fine sunny day,

We must go our separate way.

I've my journey, many miles.

Because the people need my smiles.

Evil feels fear
when laughter's here

I've left this laughter
in your flute.

With it you'll be
strongest of all.

Evil can't touch you.
Your road is long.

So, farewell.

Goodbye, Pakala!

What's scaring the birds from the trees?

What is it?

Insect, firefly,

light my way.

Stop, destroyer of trees!

Spare those nests.

What are you doing, gnat?

I can see straight away
that you are strong...

- Strong? Yes.
- But not wicked.

You have torn up
all the trees.

Do you want a scrap?
I'll wrap you round a tree...

for making fun of me.

Where's that will-o-the-whisp gone?

Aah, there you are.

You, little gnat.
You're in trouble now.

I'll destroy
half this forest...

...to find you.
Then I'll mash you to a pulp.

and eat you in one gulp.

I'm tired.
I can't carry on.

You've outwitted me.
But I'm not vindictive.

Come out,
wherever you are!

You know, I'm very strong.

I can do anything.

I can sow a field in a day.

Thresh all the corn
in a day.

All the village harvest

has been taken by
The Black Hurricane.

I have sworn to kill him.

And I went looking for a cudgel.

I need one
as high as the sky.

I came to find one

in this forest.

But it closed in around me.

No road, no path.

The Black Hurricane
has trapped me...

...to stop me leaving.

For ages
I've torn up trees.

And now I'm exhausted.

More than anything, I want
to find my freedom.

You're not very smart.
I can help you.

Let's go!

- How can we find the path?
- With no sun, no stars.

The insect, the firefly!

Light our way.

But first, you must put
the nests back in the trees.

Alright.

Birds, you can return
to your nests.

The giant is leaving the forest.

Thank you kindly.

You have helped me leave the forest.

I will make your journey easier.

It's a long journey for you, boy.

I will do you good,
in doing good.

Travel by way of the stream.

Listen, listen, Andriesh...

- Who is it? Who's talking?
- It's me, the brook.

The flute!

Look at the sky, shepherd.

I see a shooting star.

It is not a star falling.

It is Voinovan's doing.

In the green forest,

he has thrown his Vozdougan

to be hardened by the sun

and it shines like a star
in falling back to earth.

In the Gaidouk Forest
Voinovan is with his gallant men.

The Black Hurricane cannot resist

our maces, hardened by the sun.

Against light,
against the sun,

The Black Hurricane
will be powerless.

Throw your Vozdougans
into the sky.

And when they fall, the trumpets
will sound and we will leave.

What is shining on the river?

Stejar the oak, ahead of you.

It groans, implores.

Stejar, the brave old oak.

Good evening Stejar,
Courageous oak.

I am not an oak,
I am a Gaiduk.

My foe defeated me, unfairly.

Brought me low
by his sharp arrow.

And from the heart of this Gaiduk

grew this strong oak.

From that time on

I have kept guard
from this high bank.

Watching all the countryside around.
The Black Hurricane despised me,

For my courage and my pride.

He has struck me by lightning.

The fire consumes me
right into my insides

How can I help you?

In my dark branches,

hangs one sole acorn left.

I beg of you,
Retrieve it quick.

Bury it in the earth.

Within this acorn
lies my deliverance.

And in return take this.

To lead you to your flock,
in the Black Hurricane's castle.

Gaiduk's horse.

Travel well, shepherd.

The tune!

For your good deed
you have been rewarded.

You have revived happiness,
music is reborn in your flute.

Listen. The murmur of the willow,
Pakala's laugh,

the song of the birds,
Stejar's moan...

All have received your help,
and the flute remembers all.

Imagine a tune,

it is the valour
of a man's heart.

A melody born of courage

which calls courage.

The moment has come.

It is time to confront
The Black Hurricane.

Help me Voinovan!

Who are you?
How did you get here?

I am a Gaiduk.
Can't you see?

I wanted to fight
The Black Hurricane.

But he defeated me.

He breathed fire in my face.

He threatened to
turn me into stone.

One can't fight against that.
Against The Black Hurricane, Voinovan.

Don't try to scare me,
cowardly Gaiduk.

Do you see these Vozdougans?

Don't flee, coward!

To The Black Hurricane's Castle!

Luthar, my sheep!

Why don't you move?

Do you want me to play
the tune, like before?

Stop your playing, shepherd. Silence!

Who is it?

It's me, don't be afraid.

- Give me my magic flute.
- Voinovan!

Why aren't you with your army?

It's you who gave me this flute.

Hear me well.

All the Gaiduks are dead.

Only my flute can revive them.

Give me back my magic flute.

You aren't Voinovan!

Let fire your eyes lack

neither move
forwards nor back.

Time flies beyond your sight,

for you no day nor night

that you neither live nor die

that as a stone you'll lie.

The Black Hurricane.

So that he'll no longer
torment good people,

let him black stone become.

By the sun's light
and by your courage.

That tune, that tune!

Shepherds! Lower your burden!

The Black Hurricane's
castle is collapsing.

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