All language subtitles for Ronja the robbers daughter S01E22 - Our Summer

(lively, upbeat music)

* Now the mist has cleared
as day is dawning

* It's all becoming
clearer to me

* The seasons change
as I change with them

* And the cool of spring

* Gives me strength
and courage

* To know I will
make it through

* Whatever life throws at me

* Summer's sweet scent,
autumn's whisper

* Winter stings with the cold

* When trouble comes
rolling in like thunder

* Tears may fall

* Fear may call

* But with spring in my heart

* When seasons change,
I'll change with them

* And I know I can
weather the storm *

- I'm not his child.

He says so himself,
so he's not my father.

(crying)

- [Narrator] Ronja was
thrilled to see Lill-Klippen

at the bear's cave, but no
matter how much he pleaded,

she refused
to go home with him.

Then, in the warm afternoon
whilst playing in the river,

wild harpies attacked.

Ronja and Birk
made a narrow escape,

but they had floated
too far down,

and were being dragged toward
the perilous Greedy Falls.

- [Harpy] Where is the lovely
human with black hair?

Ah, now the blood will run.

(water loudly flowing)

(crying out)

(grunting)

(dramatic piano music)

- Ronja! We've got to try!

(grunting)

(water loudly cascading)

(gasping for air)

(breathing heavily)

Ronja!

Ronja!

(water loudly cascading)

Finally. We made it.

Won't take any more.
Just breathe, breathe.

Keep breathing.

(harpies screeching)

(breathing deeply)

(birds squawking)

(quiet gasp)

(quiet gasp)

- Ah, you're back.

Have you both been swimming?

You're all wet,
and you look tired.

- Yes.

That's right.

We were having a swim.

Birk and I, down at the...

Hey!

Aren't you going to
say hello to my mother?

- Say hello to your mother?

I don't welcome
uninvited guests.

(quiet gasp)

That's what I learned
from my mother

when I was just a little boy.

Unwelcomed guests bring
nothing but trouble.

- It's a pity your mother
didn't decide

to teach you
some manners as well.

Birk is very tired right now.

Come in.

(crying)

(sentimental piano music)

- You do know why I've come,
don't you, Ronja?

- It wasn't to bring me
more bread, no?

- No.

There'll be plenty of bread
for you when you come home.

(crying)

- I'll never come home, never!

Never, never!

Never!

- Well, this can
only end one way,

with Mattis jumping
in the river.

- Mattis wouldn't do that,
throwing himself for my sake.

He wouldn't even
mention my name.

Lill-Klippen told me.

- He won't allow anyone
to mention your name anymore.

And yet, every night,
he cries in his sleep

and calls your name.

Every night since you left.

- But how do you know?

Have you got him back

sleeping in your bed
once again?

Is he not sleeping
with Noddle-Pete anymore?

- That's right.

Noddle-Pete couldn't stand
having him sleep in there.

He couldn't bear it anymore.

All day he looks
to fight everyone.

At night he battles
with himself.

But your poor father

has to have someone
to hang on to

when things get bad.

Oh, you know, Ronja,
it's hard to see someone

keep tormenting themself
so harshly

when you love them.

- But, Lovis,
if you were a child

and had a father
who denied you,

denied you so completely

that he couldn't
even say your name...

(sobbing)

wouldn't you want
to get away from him

as far as possible?

Wouldn't living in the forest

be so much better?

If-- If it were your father,

would you go back to him
if he hadn't asked you?

- No, I certainly
couldn't go back to him.

If he wanted me home,
he would have to say

"I'm begging you
to come back."

Yes, and he would have to ask.

- Really?
Mattis would never say that.

You know what he's like!

(crying)

(crying)

- Ronja, it's time for bed.

I'll wait here and try
and get some sleep

until the dawn arrives.

- I want to sleep in your lap,

and you must sing
the Wolf Song.

- Hmm, hmm.

* Wild wolf, please

* Leave us be

* I know you're prowling

* Out from the forest

* To come steal from me

* I know your pain

* Corpse hungry again

* But you won't
take mine from me

* Wild wolf, please

* Wild wolf, please *

(birds chirping)

(sniffing)

- Mother.

What's wrong?

Birk?

- I'm feeling terrible
for how I behaved last night,

and for us today.

- Sorry, what do you mean?

- I mean that you only
think of me as your brother

when we're alone,
when you're in trouble,

or you need my help,

and when it's just
us two together.

But when your father sends
one of his messengers,

as soon as his name's
even mentioned,

you stop being my sister.

And so I behave
like a little coward.

And that's why
I'm grieving for us.

- But Birk, that's not...

- But that's how...

That's how it has to be.

I realize that now.

- Even so, nothing's changed.

You still want
to be my brother.

- Yes, of course I do.

You know I'm brother
completely.

I always will be.

So now you know,

I really wanted
our summer alone,

without anyone
from Mattis's Fort

getting in the way
of our lives here.

And that's why I cannot bear
to talk about what happens

when the winter comes.

- Why?

Tell me why.

- Because it's summer
now, sister mine.

And we only have this time
with each other, me and you.

We must make
the most of it, eh?

Before winter comes,

you must go back
to Mattis's Fort, Ronja.

- And you?

- I could go

and try to beg my way
back into Borka's Keep.

I wouldn't be
driven away, I know.

But what good would that do?

(peaceful orchestra music)

Then I'd be left without you,
and we'd be kept apart.

I wouldn't be allowed
to see you.

- You'll freeze to death.

(laughing)

- Perhaps you're right.

Or maybe I'll survive
the winter.

- But if it's like
last winter,

and the forest is covered
in snow and freezing,

I wouldn't be able
to bring you

any bread or a warm fur coat,

and you'd be out here
by yourself,

no one to look out for you.

I am telling you,
Birk Borkason.

- Well, I guess that's
how it will have to be.

But look, it's summer now,
so don't be sad.

- I don't care if it's
summer or winter.

Who said I was going
back to Mattis?

I'm staying with you.

- No, you're going home,

even if I end up having
to carry you there myself.

If the worst comes
to the worst,

I plan to freeze to death
on my own.

But our summer is right now.

Let's enjoy it.

(peaceful harp music)

(water splashing)

Great! I can't believe
how lucky we are.

- Yes. I figured today
would be the day they came

and started puffing up.

- Come on Ronja, let's go.

I can't wait. I'm so hungry.

- Me too! (chuckle)

(peaceful guitar
and piano music)

(laughing)

(laughing)

(grunt)

An elk!

(Harpy screeching)

(laughing)

(horses galloping)

(grunting)

- Let's make a promise.

We won't let anyone spoil
the time we have left.

- I love it!

I'm taking in the summer

like a bee
gathering up nectar.

Gathering it all together

in a big lump of summer
to live on,

to live on when it's
not summertime anymore.

Brother, do you know
the ingredients

that make this great
summer banquet?

It's a whole mixture
of things,

like blueberry bushes

and trees covered with fruit

and sunrises over the river

and the freckles that you
have on your arms

and the moonlight
over the mountains

and the starry skies,

the noonday heat in the woods,

when the sun is shining
on the great fir trees,

and the light rain
in the evening,

and squirrels and foxes
and hares and elk

and all the wild horses
we know.

And we would swim,

and we would ride
into the woods and...

Oh well, you know, don't you?

- That would be the
greatest summer banquet.

Only my sister
could create it.

(fire crackling)

- [Narrator] The air
grew crisp, cooler.

But they said nothing
about it.

(peaceful harp music)

(quiet gasp)

- Ronja!

- What's wrong?

You're not afraid of the fog?

Do you think that after all
this time we'll get lost?

- (girls singing)
- (quiet gasp)

Do you hear? It's them.

It's the unearthly ones
with their siren song.

Oh, at last,
I can hear them for myself.

- But don't you remember
hearing that song before?

- No, I've never heard it.

They sing their evil songs

to try and lure us
down to the underworld.

They do.

- Yes, they do.

Ronja, please don't tell me
you'd like to follow them.

(laughing)

- You're mad.
Why would anyone do that?

Because Noddle-Pete,
he said...

- Noddle-Pete what?

What did he say?

- It doesn't matter.

(girls singing)

- When the unearthly ones

come into the forest
and sing...

you know it is autumn.

(laughing)

And then, soon, winter'll
come rushing over.

Oh dear me, yes.

- [Narrator] Next time on
Ronja The Robber's Daughter...

Don't miss it.

(peaceful orchestra music)