Loves of a Blonde Page #2

Battalion.

Follow me, company,

three men abreast. Line up.

All the fuss they made about it.

Yeah, and instead of boys,

we get reservists.

And so good-looking.

A bunch of grandfathers.

Shout it out.

Left, right...

Across the burnt earth

over bloody rivers

The vengeful regiments

march steadily on

Heart, law, eternity

are on our side

We march forward like time

Like a terrible wall of revenge

What a pretty daughter you have

You know very well

that I have a crush on her

Hey, lady, give us your blessing

For she's a girl made for love

What a pretty daughter you have

You know very well

that I have a crush on her

Look at those soldiers

over there.

Look at those girls

over there, man.

Oh, God. Who are they?

They're terrible.

- Why? Are they looking over here?

- Yeah. All the time.

What if they ask us to dance?

Oh, come on.

What's your problem?

Why couldn't it happen?

You're not ugly.

But come on, that's not possible.

No way could I--

Try it.

Ask one of them to dance.

Well, why not?

Look at them. This is just awful.

Let's get out of here.

So let's not look

in their direction.

But we aren't looking their way.

Yes, you keep looking over there.

Please, Andula,

stop looking at them!

Where should I look?

They're sitting right there.

Look here,

don't force yourself on them.

Wait till they show some interest.

What?

Don't be so pushy.

Wait for them to come over.

Handsome, isn't he?

The pianist.

He's handsome, isn't he?

So, boys?

- Damn it-- so?

- What, what... so what.

Well, so... what?

Gentlemen, we should send them

a bottle of wine.

Why?

Why?

Okay, then.

Sure, yeah.

Look, girls, they're pointing at us,

and the waiter too.

Let them point.

What do we care?

- So don't look.

- Look at them looking at us.

They can look where they like.

You know, they'll think we're...

You're looking too.

I'm not looking at them...

We're not staring

as stupidly as you.

Stop it.

Look, he's taking it

to their table.

- Why doesn't he bring it to us first?

- Sit down and stop staring.

Jesus, what an idiot.

- This is embarrassing, man.

- That half-wit.

- Really, girls, I'm so relieved--

- Me too.

I was worried they were going

to bring the bottle to us.

- I couldn't bear it.

- Don't even mention it, please.

Hey, don't look over there now.

Don't look there now!

- Let's get out of here, girls.

- Yeah, we should go.

Courage!

Let's go. Are we going?

- So let's go. Come on!

- I'm not going.

You're crazy.

We can't march over there

like a procession.

- So just the two of us?

- You two go.

Wait. What procession?

There's three of them and three of us.

Is that a procession?

Bring them over here.

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