All language subtitles for Zimna Wojna-eng(1)

♪ I knocked. I cried. ♪
♪ She wouldn't open up ♪

♪ So I had to put my little head
Down on the stone ♪

♪ Head on stone,
Feet on the threshold ♪

♪ Open up my love,
for the fear of God ♪

COLD WAR

You're not afraid
it's too monotonous and primitive?

No, why?

Where I come from
every drunk guy sing like this.

♪ Oh, Dana, oh Dana,
I won't marry a master ♪

♪ I will marry someone of my own ilk ♪

♪ I won't go drinking with you,
Because I'll only regret ♪

♪ Two hearts, four eyes ♪

♪ Crying all day and all night ♪

♪ Dark eyes, you cry beacuse ♪

♪ We can't be together ♪

Poland, 1949

This is beatiful.

- What langauage are they singing in?
- Lemko.

I thought so.

Shame.

- Why?
- That it's not ours.

Mr. Kaczmarek, whether it's ours
or not is none of your business.

Dear youth!
You have the right to ask,

what are we doing here in front of
the palace of landowners.

I have a duty to answer:
Now this is your home.

And these door leads
to the world of music, song and dance.

The music that was born
in the field of slavery.

The music of your grandparents
and great grandfathers.

The music of pain, harm and humiliation.

If it was uplifting,
it was always through tears.

Now you have the right to ask if
all of you could enter this place.

And my answer would be:
No, defintely not everyone.

Only the best of the
best will come inside,

and under careful
eyes of our teachers,

they will enter the stages of
Poland and the entire block.

That's why I am challaneging you to
a ruthless and noble fight

with each other and with yourselves.

This is a start of a new era for
our folk musicians.

- Hurray!
- Hurray!

- Do you think they want us to read music?
- They want it 'the peasant way'.

And you?
What will you sing?

Something from highlands.

And you?

I do not know yet.

Sing your song for us.

♪ I'm over the water, ♪
♪ you're over the water too, ♪

♪ How can I give you my hand ♪

♪ I'd give it to you, and... ♪

Nice. I know it.

It works for two voices.

♪ I'm over the water, ♪
♪ you're over the water, too ♪

♪ We can't be together ♪

♪ So let's teach a horse to swim ♪

♪ So we could be together ♪

♪ Let's teach a horse to swim ♪

♪ So we could be together ♪

- Thanks a lot.
- Thank you.

Excuse me...
The girl with the fringe...

Could you do something alone?

- Sing?
- Yes.

- Thank you.
- Just the chorus.

- Where did you get it from?
- From a film.

A mobile cinema came to our village
and they showed a Russian film.

It was called "Jolly Fellows"
and that song was in it.

- And what is it about?
- About love! "Heart".

And how's your dancing?

I know the basic steps,
and I can learn the rest.

- That's great. Thank you.
- Thank you.

That other girl had
a beautifully pure voice.

- Yes, but this one got something else.
- What is it?

Energy, attitude.
She is very original.

If you say so.

We should be able to
find 12 that can dance.

Can you see that yours one?

What do you mean "mine"?

The one who sang "Heart".

She is onto something...

Look...

Cheeky girl.

And not even from highlands, but
central Poland. Little liar.

- She has a good voice though.
- And been to prison already.

How come?

- Apparently she killed her father.
- What?

Supposedly.
Still have suspended sentence.

- How do you know that?
- Kaczmarek checked it.

Your head, Zula!

Heads up.

Attach it properly.

- Fuck!
- Fuck!

What really happend to the father?

- What father?
- Your father.

What was it supposed to be?

Why were you in jail?

He had mistaken me with my mother, so
I showed him the difference with a knife.

He survived, don't be afraid.

Are you interested in me, because
I have a talent or in general?

Try this one.

Very good...

Pull, pull your leg higher!!

Good!

Beautiful Mateusz, bravo!

Hold the pace!

Look at each other!

One, two, three, one, two, three,
twist and turn!

One, two, three, one, two, three!

Warsaw, 1951

♪ Two hearts, four eyes ♪

♪ Cried all day and all night ♪

♪ Dark eyes, you cry beacuse ♪

♪ We can't be together ♪

♪ We can't be together ♪

♪ My mother told me ♪

♪ you musn't fall in love with this boy ♪

♪ Made of stone
my heart should have been ♪

♪ so that boy wouldn't have fallen for me ♪

I've had enough of this.
It's starting to irritate me.

Come on, we're getting off.

- Wait, let me enjoy it.
- Let them have fun.

We will have
some fun on our own.

I must tell you something.

Honestly, I never believed
in all of this, in all this folk art.

And this... touched me deeply.
You are a real genius!

To make something so beautiful
out of something like that?

Thank you both.

This is the most
beautiful day of my life.

You've uncovered some priceless
treasures of our national culture.

It is beautiful and respectable.

Your ensamble have a great potential.
I'd like this to become our main showcase.

But I think it's time to introduce some
new elements to the repertoire,

something about the land reform,
global peace and its threats.

A strong piece about
the leader of global proletariat.

We will appreciate it,
and reward it.

In the future, who knows, maybe you could
visit Berlin, Prague, Budapest, Moscow..?

What do you think about it?

On behalf of the whole "Mazurek",
thank you for appreciating our work,

but the repertoire is based
on the authentic folk art.

They don't sing
about reforms, peace and leaders.

They just don't do that.
So it would be difficult.

I understand.

If you don't mind... My name is
Kaczmarek Lech, operations manager.

Comrade Bielecka, I assure
you that our nation

isn't naive at all. That
including the rural communities.

On the contrary. They will sing
about these most important issues,

according to their hidden needs,

should we give them permission,
and necessary support.

This is where I see
the importance of "Mazurek".

Thank you.

Thank you all.

♪ ...About our wise and beloved ♪

♪ by all nations - Stalin ♪

♪ The beatiful songs written ♪

♪ throughout this century ♪

♪ About our wise and beloved ♪

♪ by all nations - Stalin ♪

♪ The beatiful songs written ♪

♪ throughout this century ♪

♪ About our wise and beloved ♪

We vow to you, our Motherland...

for the will of great
patriots and revolutionaries...

Feliks Dzierzynski and
Karol Świerczewski...

We're going to Berlin.

For the youth festival in December.

Today Berlin, tomorrow Moscow, and the
day after tomorrow God knows where!

...and to develop everlasting friendship

with a powerful Soviet state...

Don't you think something
must be done with this Janicka?

- What about her?
- She is too dark.

This ensamble is supposed to be
Polish folk, typically Slavic.

Just look at her eyes.

How do you know about Berlin?

From the minister.

Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating.
We can always dye her.

♪ He who was nothing
will become everything, ♪

♪ This is our final
and decisive battle ♪

I will always be with you, everywhere
and until the end of the world.

But I have to tell you something.

Hm?

I'm grassing on you.

What does it mean?
"Grassing"?

I go to Kaczmarek every week to confess.

But I am not saying anything
that would harm you.

The worst thing is
that he is fancies me.

What is he asking you about?

What were you up to during the war,
do you listen to Radio Free Europe...

do you have any dollars,
do you believe in God...

And do you believe?

I do.

I knew it will be like this.
Damn me, idiot.

What would you do in my place?
I have a suspended sentence.

Otherwise he wouldn't have let me in.

Wiktor!

Ok, get lost you fucking posh boy!
Don't need you anymore!

If I wanted to fuck you up,
I would have done it already!

Today Berlin is, as you
know, the front line

between the socialist camp
and the imperialist camp.

Between the forces of peace
and the revisionists.

And on the front line, like always,
strange things may happen.

That is why we must have our eyes open
be vigilant and responsible for each other.

And besides, what can I tell you..

Germans will always be Germans.

And that's why, this is happening
for the first and only time,

Cheers to the adventure of your life!

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

400 meters take about ten minutes to walk.

The Russian sector ends here.
And I will be waiting here.

But what will I do over there?
Who will I be?

You will be there with me.
We'll be together.

I don't speak French or anything else.

You will learn it.
You have a good ear. You have a talent.

You are unique.
I don't want to live without you.

Ok. Let's do it.

What's up with you? There is a party.
The comrades want to meet you.

Let me do my hair, okay?
I'll be there shortly.

You look nice.

Hurry up.

- Poland, and East Germany..
- Poland, Germany...

Good friendship.

Communist brothers.

He is referring to
communist friendship.

We are brothers
Brothers and sisters.

We are brothers and sisters.

- Does it taste good?
- Yes.

- It's homemade.
- Really?

It is our specialty.

Thank you. It's very good.

- The fish is from the Baltic Sea.
- Really?

Excuse me.

Paris, 1954

Taxi!

Same again, please.

I'm sorry, but we're really closing now.

You can go to the " Chez Marlette",
if you want. They are open till 1am.

But between us, since she
hasn't come yet, she won't come at all.

Ah!

How long will you be in Paris for?

We're going back tomorrow.

How are you doing in here?

Fine thank you.

I arrange, compose, play in a club.

Generally very good.

Are you with somebody?

Yes.

Me too.

And? Are you happy?

- I'll take you to your hotel.
- Better not. You know how things are.

Just a little bit.

Nobody will see us.

Could you tell me why you
didn't come that day?

I felt we wouldn't make it.

Not that we won't be able to escape...

it just wasn't for me.
I felt worse.

What do you mean "worse"?

Worse than you...

Worse in general.

- You know what I mean.
- I don't.

I know love is love, that's it.

I know one thing.
I wouldn't run away without you.

Here is fine.

Been with whores?

I can't afford whores.

I was with the woman of my life.

Wonderful.

Well, let me sleep then.

Yugoslavia, 1955

It looks alright now, doesn't it?

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- Do you have a ticket?
- Yes.

I am very curious about what you'll say.

New reportiare, new songs,
one even from Yugoslavia.

As a nod to our hosts.

Nice.

In general, it has now gained
momentum, and fame.

It is a pity you weren't there.
You had a real talent.

Come and join us in our box.

No, thanks.
I have a very good place.

Good. Good.
See you later.

♪ Silver thread on Serbian cloth ♪

♪ Thin yarn, fine stitches,
says my beloved sweetheart ♪

♪ Milan... ♪

♪ My dearest ♪

♪ sweethert from Moravia ♪

♪ I promised my hand to Milan ♪

Silk yarn, threaded with my dreams ♪

Fine thread made out my dreams
soon to be broken ♪

Where are you taking me?

To Moscow.

But why?
I'm here legally. I have a visa.

In France, I am a resident.
I'm not Polish anymore.

We know all of that.

Relax, you're not going to Moscow.

You are going to Zagreb, then
to Paris or wherever you want.

The Polish wanted us to
send you back to Warsaw.

But it's not in your intrest, isn't it?

Fuck.

- Let me stay. One night.
- The train is waiting.

Please understand,
this is about a woman of my life...

So what? Do you want to come
back to Warsaw with her?

"Femme fatale".

They say that Warsaw
is the Paris of the East.

♪ My mother forbade me ♪

♪ to fall in love with this boy ♪

♪ but I will cacth him anyway ♪

♪ and will love him as long as I live ♪

♪ and will love him as long as I live ♪

Paris, 1957

Hold on!
The piano doesn't fit in here.

We will use it only in the murder scene.

The strings came too early.
Wait for the shadow to appear.

Ok.

- So you have a husband, right?
- Yes.

I did it for us.

It wasn't a church wedding,
so it doesn't count.

- What's your name now?
- Gangarossa-Lichon.

- Ganga-what?
- Gangarossa, It's a Sicilian surname.

What's important is
that you are not married.

- Are you?
- Come on!

I've been waiting for you.

♪ Two hearts, four eyes ♪

♪ Crying all day and all night ♪

♪ Dark eyes, you cry beacuse ♪

♪ We can't be together ♪

♪ We can't be together ♪

♪ My mother told me ♪

♪ you musn't fall in love with this boy ♪

♪ But I went for him anyway ♪

♪ And will love him till the end ♪

♪ And will love him till the end ♪

Aren't there too many "r" in a row?

No.

It doesn't fit
with the melody either.

If you sing it right, it will fit.

The meaning is wrong as well, isn't it?

It's just a free translation.

I wonder who translated it?
Don't say that it was your lady poet.

Yes, so what?
Juliette did it for us for free.

I hope so.

What a stupid text:

"A pendulum killed the time."
"Oh my God". Yeah, oh my God!

Since when you are a critic? Juliette is a
very good poet. Very famous too.

- They just published her poetry book.
- I won't sing this.

- Ok, you won't get the record then.
- So I won't get the record then.

And be nice to Michel,
he can do a lot of things here.

Somehow we like each other,
and you'll like you even more.

- Why more?
- Because you're cute.

You have, what they call A slavic charm.

Don't go overboard with
your makeup, you know...

- Why?
- It's good enough as it is.

And be yourself, don't get uptight.

- With or without a tie?
- With a tie.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

- Who will be there?
- Some interesting people

- What about your outstanding lady poet?
- Most likely.

Come on, she is harmless.
She already had two lovers since me.

As for Michel, you will
know yourself where you are with him.

Good evening.

- Hey, Wiktor!
- This is Michel.

This is Michel. This is Zula.

Nice to meet you. I was longing
to meet you. I've heard a lot about you.

- Nice to hear that, thank you.
- You are welcome.

How did the movie come out?

Wonderful. We are pleased.
It's also a great news for you.

- I am pleased.

You two carry on,
I will have a look around.

She's a character.

Good evening.

Excuse me. Good evening.

- I was thinking a lot about your text.
- Yeah? Which one?

- To my song.
- Ah, yes.

"A pendulum killed time."
That's nice, but I don't understand it.

Really? It's a metaphor.

Meaning what?

That time doesn't matter
when you are in love.

Do you like it in here?

In Paris? It's ok.

It must have been
quite a shock to you.

Shock? Why?

Cinemas, cafes, restaurants,
shops, etc...

Honestly speaking, I had
much better life in Poland.

Really?
Then why did you run away?

I didn't run away. I married
an Italian. I left legally.

Have you ever been to Palermo?

No.

What a pity.

It was nice to meet you.

Excuse me.

What the fuck did you tell him?

- About what?
- That I'd pretended to be from highlands.

That I was grassing on you.
That I killed my father.

That I danced for
Stalin in the Kremlin.

- But that's really cool.
- Yeah? And why is that?

- Because I wanted to highlight you.
- Highlight me?

- This is how things work in here.
- How's that?

I don't know.

Edith Piaf worked in a brothel,
and people love her for that.

What brothel?
What are you doing to me?

And Giovanni wasn't an aristocrat,
he was selling crystals.

Fine, I won't say a thing.
Can we go home now?

I met your mistress.

Nice. Good looking, but...

..a bit old.
But you probably suit each other well.

A metaphor!

What an idiot.

He is a jerk.

So be it.

Zula, don't you worry.

Whatever will be, will be.

I love him though.

Zula, are you alright?

- What are you doing here?
- Come in, I just felt sad.

Not now, honey.
We're going to "L'Eclipse".

- Everyone is coming.
- Ok, give me a moment.

In Poland, you were something.
In here you're different.

No, maybe I'm just silly.
I probably just imagined it.

Other than that, it's great.
We're in Paris...

I love you with all my strengths.

And when it comes to Michel,
don't worry about him at all.

We have an understaning.
I'll sort everything out.

Stop!

What?

This is empty.

Empty?

We only got 40 minutes left.
Please, don't waste it for us.

Ok. I'll do it right.
You'll be pleased.

It is not about me.

Everything in here is for you.

Believe in yourself.

I believe in myself.
I don't believe in you.

Can we?

Start over.

Why are you so sad?

Look, our first child.

Bastard.

What happened?

Nothing in particular.

It was amazing.

Them French know what they are doing.

And Michel is an absoltute master.
He fucked me six times in one night.

Unlike a Polish artist in exile.

This I can understand.

Come out!

Excuse me.

- What did you do with her?
- Nothing. She went back.

To Poland.

- To Poland?
- Yes, to Poland.

Hello?

Is this "Mazurek"?

"Mazurek", in Bialaczow.

0418.

Can I speak with
Zuzanna Lichon, please?

Lichon.

Zula.

She just came back.

I understand.

Don't you know where she is?

I don't know how
we could help you.

You are not a Frenchman.
And you're not Polish anymore.

As for us, for Polish
authorities, you don't exist.

But honestly, why are you
trying to go back?

I'm Polish.

- Please give me a break.
- But I am.

You're not Polish. You'd
escaped, betrayed us, and lied about us.

You'd left
young people who trusted you.

You don't love Poland.

- I do.
- No, you don't.

But there is a solution.

If you sincerely regret your actions...

You have a special position
in the artistic circles of Paris, right?

You know people from different enviorments.

Poland, 1959

♪ What does this remind you of? ♪

♪ What does this remind you of? ♪
♪ Such a familiar feeling again! ♪

Morning.

You look terrible.

How long?

15.

Could have been worse apparently.

I crossed the
border illegally twice

and I was spying for the British.

You have 10 minutes.

What have we done?

- I'll wait for you.
- Stop it.

Find youself a normal guy.
Somebody who can live with you.

He wasn't born yet.

I'll get you out of here.

♪ Bayo bongo, bayo bongo ♪

♪ Bayo bongo, o bongo bayay ♪

♪ Bayo bongo, bayo bongo ♪

♪ Through the whole wide world
this song goes to you ♪

♪ Bayo bongo, bayo bongo ♪

♪ Bayo bongo, o bongo bayay ♪

♪ Who knows this beautiful dance?
Will dance with me now ♪

♪ Oh, bayo bongo,
Oh, bongo Bayay ♪

It's nice of you to find the time.
Come on Piotrus, don't be sad.

Introduce yourself to mister...

Piotrus.

Hi.

He's shy.

- Does he look like me?
- Spitting image.

Now what? Will you come back to music?

- Not really.
- Yeah.

I am glad you managed to get
out of there. It wasn't easy.

But the deputy minister is
our neighbor, and a good friend.

Thank you very much.
I'm grateful, really.

I heard your Paris record.
Very nice.

Great arrangements.

It would be great to do it
again, here with us, in Polish.

Zula would surely need that.
You too, by the way.

Look, mummy's coming.

I love you dearly, but I have to throw up.

Stay at the banquet.

There will be a lot of interesting
people from the world of art.

Come on, come on...

Take me away from here.

That's why I am here.

But this time forever.

Repeat after me..

I, Wiktor Warski, I am taking you,
Zuzanna Lichon, as my wife...

I, Wiktor Warski, I am taking you,
Zuzanna Lichon, as my wife...

and I promise I will never leave you
until death do us part.

And I promise I will never leave you
until death do us part.

I, Zuzanna Lichon, take you,
Wiktor Warski, as my husband

and I promise I will never leave you
until death do us part.

So help us God.

You have more as you are heavier.

I am yours now.

Forever and ever.

Let's go to the other side.

The view is better there.

"To my parents"

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