All language subtitles for Fremont.2023.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H

[whimsical music]

[scribbling sounds]

[zapping]

[engine revs]

[jazz music]

[music fades]

Joanna: I was watching
that TV show last night.

-That guy won a million dollars.
-How?

Just general knowledge questions.

Maybe you should try it.
You went to college and stuff.

You're not gonna need a million
dollars when you're old.

Hey, Fan.

What would you do with a million dollars?

-I would build a community pool.
-Oh.

[door closes]

[door opens]

[in Dari] Coffee?

[in Dari] No.

You're not managing to sleep anyway.

I don't want to encourage it.

[crickets chirping]

Did you hear anything about
the psychiatrist appointment?

Not yet, Salim.

They'll call soon. I'm sure they will.

Let's see.

Don't you feel like
the stars always change here?

They don't stay in one place.

That's how they're supposed to be,
aren't they?

I don't know.

In Kabul, they never changed.

I used to smoke every night
from the same window.

They were always there,
where you left them the night before.

I didn't see them change one single time.

I don't know how people feel safe
in a place where stars change so much.

[child babbling]

Donya: [in Dari] Hi, Mina.

[in Dari] Good morning, Donya.

-Donya: He's not sleeping?
-Mina: No.

Salim left this
outside my door this morning.

Mina: What is it?

Donya: His appointment card
for the psychiatrist.

Mina: You've been waiting eight months.
Aren't you tired of waiting?

Donya: Yes.

Mina: Then go!

Donya: I don't want to take his slot.

He doesn't care about shrinks.
He already missed an appointment before.

He told my husband
it's not even worth the train ticket.

He'd rather spend the money
visiting National Parks instead.

Suleyman: [in Dari] Mina!

Where's my blue shirt?

I ironed it. It's hanging in the closet.

Good morning, Suleyman.

[jazz music]

[brakes squealing]

[faint chatter]

[door squeaking]

[in English] Can I leave earlier tomorrow?

-At what time?
-1:30 P.M.

-Why?
-I have a doctor's appointment.

-Ricky: Of course you can.
-Thank you.

Joanna: Want me to see
if he has a friend he can bring?

We could go on a blind double date?

-No.
-You sure?

I think I would hate a blind date.

You don't know anything about him, right?

Joanna: Nothing.

[jazz music]

Donya: Where is he taking you?

Joanna: It's a blind date,
so we agreed upon a specific location.

We're going to a Mexican restaurant.

If it all goes well,
eventually we'll even move in together.

Then we can share the rent.

Donya: Where will you put your mom?

Joanna: I don't know. I'll just get her a
n extra bed and put it somewhere, I guess.

Do you have an extra bed?

Donya: No, I only have one single bed.

[music ends]

[cell phone rings]

Hello?

Having a single bed is very wrong,

according to The Laws Of Attraction,

because it doesn't invite
the possibility of company.

You should be sleeping in a double bed,
even if you're sleeping alone.

I can't fit a double bed in my bedroom.

Okay, well, I'm gonna finish the chapter
and then go to sleep.

-Good night, Donya.
-Good night, Joanna.

[soft snoring]

I have an appointment with Dr. Anthony.

Your name?

Well, the appointment is not in my name.

It's in the name of Salim Dabiri.

He made the appointment for you?

No.

Do you have an appointment card?

Mm-hmm.

But this is an appointment
specifically for Mr. Dabiri.

I know, but he couldn't make it,
so he gave it to me.

I don't think that's possible.

Why?

Well, if someone can't make
their appointment slot

they need to call us and cancel.

Then, we would allocate the appointment
to another patient.

I'm another patient.

Yes, I understand, but there are
other patients of Dr. Anthony's

that would be given the appointment
if there's been a cancellation.

Give me a moment.

[knocks on door]

[opens door]

[closes door]

To be honest with you,
this isn't really the way things work.

It's not like a movie ticket where
if you can't get to the 3:15 showing,

you give the ticket to your friend.

Um...

It's not like that
with a doctor's appointment,

and Salim knows that very well.

I'm here to ask for something
to help me sleep.

Alright, well...

Um...

Are you-- Do you live in Fremont?

And are you also from Afghanistan?

Yes, I am.

On the Special Immigration Visa?

Yes, I was a translator in Afghanistan.

Well... [clears throat] the way it works,

we have a certain number
of appointments for, uh,

self-payers or, uh, the insured.

Basically, our paying customers.

And then I have a few slots
that I do pro bono.

Those spots are at a premium,

and so we have to follow the protocol

to make sure that it's fair for everyone.

So, the people who have been waiting,

or the people that
are already in the system,

-get to see--
-I'm here now.

[stammering] Well, I can see that I--

Yeah, I understand you're here now,
but there is a protocol

that we need to follow
to make this system work.

I'm not leaving.

[clicking pen open and closed]

Okay.

Um, well...

Let me just get some
general information from you, then.

Um... name?

Donya Massoudi.

Uh, date and place of birth?

Thirteenth, June, 1996.

Kabul, Afghanistan.

And how long have you been here
in the United States?

Eight months.

And, um, did you work as
a translator for the government,

or was that private sector?

For the United States Army.

How long did you do that for?

I just want sleeping pills.

-How's your general health?
-Good.

You have nightmares?

Not so much.

I can't sleep well.

Do you have a lot of thoughts
when you go to bed?

Mm-mmm.

[crickets chirping]

Joanna: You should just go see
my palm reader.

She never has a waiting list.

She reads and understands people
better than any psychiatrist.

You know what she told me?

She said that the reason I overeat

is because I don't wanna be like my mom,
who's skinny.

If that's not pure psychology,

I don't know what is.

She can also clean karmas.

I'm gonna go and get some coffee.

I think a fun working environment
is essential.

I love coming in to work.

You know... [clears throat]

my father opened this factory
many years ago.

And I used to come with him
when I was a little kid.

But then he stopped bringing me

because I ate all the cookies
all the time.

[sighs] I love the cookies.

I ate so many.

It was so much fun.

Okay. I'll see you later.

-[door opens]
-[bells jingling]

-[TV in foreign language]
-[door closes]

[in Dari] Thank you.

[TV continues]

Waiter: Don't worry
about everything so much.

It's always been like this.

Everyone has been coming in,
burning our country

and leaving without accountability
for ever.

This here is the best distraction.

Watch!

[water running]

[footsteps approaching]

[Turkington] Go ahead, take a seat.

Okay, let's see what we have here.

Tell me a bit about the situation in
Afghanistan before you left to come here.

Did you live with your parents,
for instance?

Mm-hmm.

Do you have, uh, pictures
of your family you can show me?

Do you have any family members in America?

No.

They're all in Afghanistan?

Mm-hmm.

You must miss them very much, I'm sure.

Was your family ever threatened?

They told them they would come after
my little brother if I don't come back.

Has any harm been done to your family,

by that I mean physical harm?

No.

When you were there, was your family
unhappy about what you were doing?

I only did the work for the money
and getting a visa to come here.

Nothing else.

Do you feel guilty?

How do you, uh, like it here?

Is America what you thought it would be?

I didn't think how it would be.

I didn't even think about America.

I just wanted to get out of there.

I would have gone to

Germany, France, England,

El Salvador, or anywhere.

There weren't many women that were doing
translation work like you were doing.

In that sense, uh,
you're sort of a pioneer,

so your family must be proud of that.

I left, but they are still there.

They have to hear people talk to them

about raising a daughter
who was a traitor.

Do you think you are a traitor?

I don't spend much time thinking.

Why?

Too busy with my social life.

[jazz music]

[in Dari] Hi, Suleyman.

[knocking]

Thank you, but I don't think
I can use this.

Do you know how mouse poison works?

It's horrendous.

It's takes three full days
for the mouse to die.

I know.

First, it causes shock and then,
painful internal bleeding.

I didn't use it. I couldn't.

Besides, the mouse is very small anyway.

Hmm.

OK. I'm off to work.
I'll see you later.

Enjoy.

[playing "Amazing Grace"]

I think I'm gonna stop
with the blind dates.

Why?

It's not... working out.

I'm not meeting anybody.

You don't need anybody.

You need someone special.

Next time you answer like
a fortune cookie, I'll eat you.

It happened once.

No, it's happened a lot of times.

It hurts.

You have to keep meeting people.

There is this other guy,
a son of my mom's friend.

He's recently divorced and
she wants to set me up with him.

Maybe I'll go.

[machine beeps]

Did you accompany the Army on missions?

No, I translated in U.S. Army bases

when instruction were being given
to the Afghan soldiers

on how to use new equipment and arms.

Did you see much fighting, Donya?

Several bases I worked with

were attacked in different times...

and that's fighting I saw.

How did you leave Afghanistan?

On one of the evacuation flights

after Taliban return.

But I know I'm very lucky.

How do you mean?

One translator I worked with

was killed almost immediately
after he stopped working

for the U.S. Army.

He was waiting for his paper
to come over here.

One of my friends,

Payam, he was also translator.

He couldn't make it
to the evacuation flights.

I know I'm lucky,
and I know they're unlucky.

I've met with many former translators

and they have different reasons
for doing what they did.

But in most cases,

they suffered from
Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.

They're left feeling like maybe
in some way they're responsible.

And so, they're haunted

by bad thoughts, nightmares.

And they feel that
they can't trust others,

so they... isolate themselves.

Maybe it's just a sense of guilt

that prevents them from
talking to others and getting the help

that they really desperately need.

Do you know what
Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder is?

I don't suffer from it.

I just have problem with sleep.

If I had some sleeping pills,

my problems would go away.

I-I chose my specialization for a reason.

I admire people like you

who have stories to tell
of courage and displacement.

Guess which immigrant hero
I love the most?

White Fang.

The dog?

No, he's not a dog.
He's-he's one-quarter dog.

He's three-quarters wolf.

I will give you a prescription
for the sleeping pills,

but I think it's important
that we use these sessions

to talk about some of these issues.

"Your genuine talent
will find its way to success."

Joanna: "Your financial outlook
is great at this time."

That's nonsense.

[loud thud]

She's dead.

But she was also getting too old
to write about the future.

We are looking for someone else
to replace her.

-Wouldn't you be interested?
-Mm-hmm.

[jazz music]

Ricky: Fortune messages
are a responsibility.

Consciously, or unconsciously,

they are going to act
on the flux of things.

They shouldn't be too lucky.

They shouldn't be too unlucky.

They shouldn't be too original.

They shouldn't be too obvious.

They shouldn't be too short.

They shouldn't be too long and so on.

You get the point?

I think so.

The point is, my father and I
built our factory

according to a very ancient quote,

"Virtue stands in the middle."

You know?

I love quotes very much.

This is a small gift
that I personally prepared

to welcome you to your new adventure.

Thank you.

Open it.

It is a head massager.

I use it, too.

It helps me to gather creative ideas.

Try it.

You run it through your head,
down to your scalp.

It's a lot more fun
if someone else does it for you.

I would offer to do it,

but it is inappropriate.

Thank you.

I've been in this business for ages.

I've seen message writers come and go,

and I learned one thing.

The ones who stay

are the ones who know
how to talk about love.

And the ones who are best
at talking about love

are the ones who love themselves.

Do you love yourself?

Yes.

Then you should say it out loud.

-Okay.
-Now.

-I love myself.
-Good.

"The fortune you seek
is in another cookie."

Wise, right?

Yes, very.

Does somebody check what you write
or can you write whatever you want?

I can write what I want.

Then maybe you can
use this, uh, opportunity

as an exercise of sorts.

Say, if there's something
that's making you happy or sad,

you can unburden yourself
by jotting it down on paper.

Of course, obviously, there's, uh,

there's the fact that you gotta
make it fortune-cookie-friendly

when you condense it down
to one line, but, um,

that can certainly be done.

Perhaps it would make the whole thing
more fulfilling for you.

[sobbing]

[man on TV in foreign language]

[phone vibrates and chimes]

[man and woman chatter on TV]

[in Dari] You're distracted again.

I can't just start watching it now!

I've no idea what's going on.

This is like the 600th episode.

If you tell anyone
I watch this kind of stuff,

I'll poison your food.

Don't worry, I'm good with secrets.

Who is sending you messages?

My friend, Joanna. You don't know her.

Why don't you find yourself
a nice husband?

There's no reason
for a young girl like you

to spend evenings watching television
with an old man.

An old man like me.

When did your heart
last skip a beat for someone?

A heart can also skip a beat
for people of other nationalities.

I know.

It doesn't have to be for an Afghan.

I know.

It's a huge place here.
Full of different types of people.

Don't tell me you don't feel lonely.

Of course I do.

Of course you do.

Where did you go? Why aren't you
watching the rest of this?

You filled me with doubt.
I feel like I'm losing time now.

I can't tell if this series is interesting
or if my own life is uninteresting.

How's your literary production going?

Well.

Bad.

It's time to go, anyway.

I'm coming.

Where's your mom?

She's off taking photographs
in the wilderness somewhere.

She'll be back in a couple of days.

[gentle music plays]

[Joanna vocalizing]

♪ Just another diamond day ♪

♪ Just a blade of grass ♪

♪ Just another bale of hay ♪

♪ In the horses path ♪

[vocalizing]

♪ Just another field to plough ♪

♪ Just a grain of wheat ♪

♪ Just a sack of seed to sow ♪

♪ And the children eat ♪

[vocalizing]

♪ Just another life to live ♪

♪ Just a word to say ♪

♪ Just another love to give ♪

♪ And a diamond day ♪

[vocalizing]

[song ends]

I've been working on a little project.

I wrote some, uh, messages

of the type that you might find
in a cookie.

Fortunes.

Of course, I don't have the technology
or the know-how to do this on a computer,

so what I had to do was get a sheet
of paper and a ruler and a pen

and write these all by hand, and then, uh,

using a pair of scissors,
cut them into strips.

It was a very satisfying
arts and crafts project.

Calming.

They're all original.

Have a look.

"A ship in harbor is safe,

but that's not why ships are built."

"A ship in harbor is safe,

but that's not why ships are built."

-You see what it means, right?
-Yes.

What a joy this exercise was.

[in Dari] What happened
to the television series?

I don't want to talk about it.

[pensive music]

[music fades]

Daddy, I'm done.

-Can I have the fortune cookies now?
-Hmm?

I'm done. Can I have the fortune cookies?

All right.

"You will travel to many
exotic-exotic places

in your lifetime." Cool.

-You better take me, too.
-Okay.

Let me see what mine says.

I'm just a kid,
so how could I not take you?

Well, it's been done.

"Some pursue happiness, you create it."

[pensive music]

"A cheerful letter or message
is on its way to you."

-Oh.
-Wow.

[in Chinese] Good news!

[in Chinese, then in English]
Mine. Let's see.

-Do you want to guess?
-How am I supposed to guess?

[in English] "No obstacles will stand
in the way of your success this month."

-[in English] Perfect.
-[in Chinese] Me.

[in Chinese] Pretty lucky
it's the beginning of the month!

[melancholy music resumes]

"You deserve to have a good time
after a hard day's work."

-Like this.
-Damn right, yeah.

"Your friends will be truly helpful
in your next month's endeavor."

[music resumes]

[in Chinese] You took
one of the boxes by mistake.

I'm meant to take the one with no address
for my grandson's birthday party.

Thanks.

[music resumes]

[muted chatter]

I don't understand what this means.

Is this number a Chinese omen
or something?

[in Chinese] I can't trust you anymore.

You can't trust me? Why that now?

Because you trust people I can't trust.

She's young, you know how it works.

No, I don't know.

At her age, I was married
and had just had a baby.

-What do you want me to do?
-I want you to fire her.

-That is not an option.
-Not an option?

She made a mistake.

I will talk to her.

You know, many brilliant writers
have behavioral problems.

You're not being serious, are you?

I think you're being too serious,
actually.

How do you even know
she's a brilliant writer?

I know these things.
She is a girl with memories.

Have you gone insane?

People with memories write beautifully.

Enough of this nonsense now.
Give that thing to me.

[sighs]

-How's it going?
-Well.

What city in Afghanistan were you born in?

Kabul.

I was born in Shenzhen.

I was just looking at the world.

[melancholy music]

Ricky: In Afghanistan,

you have many different people, right?

Donya: Yes.

Ricky: In China, too.

Did you know

China and Afghanistan share a border?

Did you know?

Donya: Yes, I did.

Ricky: I think people who share borders
share many similarities.

Us, we share a border,

so we have similarities.

It's okay to feel lonely sometimes.

It would be very strange

if people did not feel lonely.

If they did not think
about other possibilities...

about other people.

[music continues]

[music fades]

-[in Dari] You're still awake?
-[in Dari] Yes, I'm awake.

I thought you got sleeping pills.

Yes, but I still can't sleep.

Do you ever feel guilty when
you think of beautiful things?

I feel guilty even when I don't
think about beautiful things.

Do you think about
stupid things sometimes?

How do you mean?

Do you think it's normal
to think about love

when there are people still
in Kabul risking their lives?

Have you fallen in love?

That's not the issue.

As long as your heart bears
the burden of suffering

and as long as you don't forget the past

and you don't become an asshole,

falling in love is your right.

But you shouldn't fall in love
with an asshole either.

It's late, Donya.

Fall in love first
and worry about the rest later.

-Have a good evening.
-Good night.

Most Afghans I know
who live in Fremont work in Fremont.

Why do you have a job in San Francisco?

I thought it would be good to be
out of Fremont half of the day.

I wake up, I see Afghans.

I go to sleep, the last people I see,
they're Afghans.

And I thought it would be lovely

to see Chinese people sometimes.

You don't enjoy being with Afghans?

Some of them, yes.

Some of them, no.

Let me tell you
a little of the story of White Fang.

White Fang is the sole survivor
of his family

who were decimated by famine.

And so, he has to learn to navigate
the harsh reality of the north,

which is kill, or be killed.

None of his experiences prepare him

for his owner,
who turns him into a vicious killer.

This cruel man has him fighting
other dogs to the death.

And it's during one of these fights

that White Fang meets his match
in a bulldog who nearly kills him.

Fortunately, he's rescued by a man
named Scott,

who takes White Fang in and tames him.

Brings him back to California

where White Fang learns to love Scott
and Scott's family.

Now, eventually,

White Fang has puppies with Collie,

Scott's other dog,

and they live happily ever after.

He didn't think these things, Donya,
he merely did them.

He wasn't directed by abstract reasoning,

but by instinct, sensation,

and emotion.

What's the meaning of "decimated"?

Wiped out.

Killed.

Destroyed.

[in Dari] This child doesn't sleep.

[in Dari] He's like me.

But you don't keep me up at night.

I feel I'm not strong enough for this.

For what?

For being a mother in this place.
What can I teach him?

I'm far from everything I know...

Don't isolate yourself. That's the most
important advice I can give you.

Do you think sad mothers
bring up sad children?

I don't know.
I know nothing about motherhood.

Let's go!

[melancholy music]

Hey!

Hey!

Suleyman!

I worked with the enemy
to ensure your security!

Asshole!

I can sell you coffee if you like.

Okay.

-Milk?
-No, thanks.

-Sugar?
-Black is fine.

-Are you happy working here?
-Yes, thanks.

That'll be $2.50.

Okay.

[cell phone rings and vibrates]

Hello?

I think I have a blind date.

I got a text message.

When did this come about?

It's a long story.

Well, this is very unexpected.
Wait, read me the message.

I'll tell you if he's legit.
It's a man, right?

Sounds like he is.

And you're into men, right?

I think so, yes.

Read me the message.

Okay, he says,

"I don't know if
you are still available."

Good, he's polite.

"I would love to see you
at the Asia Blue Pottery shop,

which is on 70 Avenue, Bakersfield,
on Saturday afternoon."

Okay, this is getting better.

If he wants to meet somewhere public,
he's not a creep.

And it sounds like maybe
he works at that pottery place,

which is great, too,
because it means he has a job.

So, maybe he's a potter.

He says, "Ask for the deer."

What?

He says, "Ask for the deer."

Someone who has the nickname "Deer"

can either be very arrogant or very hot,

-or both of them.
-Or none of them.

I'm gonna lend you my mom's car to go
to Bakersfield. It's a few hours away.

I don't know if I'm going to go.

Yes. Yes, you are definitely going to go.

"White Fang, uncompanionable,
solitary, morose,

scarcely looking to right or left,

redoubtable, forbidding of aspect,
remote and alien,

was accepted as an equal
by his puzzled elders.

They quickly learned to leave him alone,
neither venturing hostile acts,

nor making overtures of friendliness.

If they left him alone,
he left them alone.

A state of affairs that they found,

after a few encounters,

to be pre-eminently desirable.

In mid-summer,
White Fang had an experience.

Trotting along in his silent way
to investigate a new tepee,

which had been erected
on the edge of the village

while he was away with the hunters
after moose,

he came full upon his mother.

He paused and looked at her.

He remembered her vaguely,
but he remembered her,

and that was more
than could be said for her.

She lifted her lip at him
in the old snarl of menace,

and his memory became clear.

His forgotten cubhood...

all that was associated with
that familiar snarl, rushed back to him.

Before he had known the gods,

she'd been to him
the center pin of the universe."

[blows nose]

White Fang is a very brave dog.

[voice trembling] He's a wolf.

[continues blowing nose]

I relate to him

just like he wasn't accepted
by the other pups...

-[continues blowing nose]
-...because he was a wolf.

I was never accepted
by the other translators

because I'm a woman.

I was separated from my mother, too,

when I was forced to come here.

It's a very touching story.

I'm glad you love the story
as much as I do.

[in Dari] Motel.

Gas.

Food.

I'm Donya.

You're so kind.

Thank you.

I'm happy to be here.

I'm good with anything.
You can order for the both of us.

[in Dari] Motherfucker.

[upbeat music plays]

[turns volume up]

[woman sings in foreign language]

-[song ends]
-[car hood pops open]

Daniel: Hi.

Uh, you need a hand?

No, just checking the oil.

-You can manage?
-Yes.

All right.

Uh, you sell oil here?

No need to buy it.

Here.

-Can you help me?
-Yeah.

[grunts softly] Okay. Thanks.

You know how to use that dipstick,
though, right?

-Dipstick?
-Dipstick, yeah, it's...

that right there.

My brother taught me how to check the oil,

but I never had to change it.

Well... it's all done.

-There's some oil left in there.
-Thank you.

Dipstick's also an idiot.

It's, uh...

I mean, the...

the word "dipstick" means "idiot."

Here.

Uh, can I leave the car here?

I'm gonna get something to eat.

Sure, I was about to go get something
to eat myself, too, so...

Where are you from?

Fremont.

Where are you headed?

I'm going to Bakersfield.

Your accent doesn't sound very Fremont.

-I'm from Afghanistan.
-You studying?

I'm a writer.

I've never met an Afghanistani before.

-Afghan.
-An Afghan.

You-you're the first Afghan I've met.

You seem like a friendly people.

[chuckles] We are.

I'm just not a good example.

I'm, um, I'm alone all day,

so that's why I talk so much
during my lunch break.

Actually, thinking I should hire someone
so I can have someone to talk to.

I am actually thinking
I should hire someone.

I never understood how a single mechanic

can bear the responsibility
on his shoulders.

You know, deciding if a car is good to go.

All responsible jobs,
they're performed in twos.

Right? You think
of airline pilots or surgeons.

Cars carry lives.

What if one day I'm a bit distracted
or in a very bad mood?

True.

And sometimes, you just wanna be alone
and eat your sandwich, right?

I have something I have to do anyway.

Um... can I offer you a cup of coffee?

I don't drink coffee. Thank you.

I'm not really a writer.

I just write fortune cookie messages,

and usually for a Chinese restaurant.

I don't eat
at Chinese restaurants very often.

I'll usually eat my lunch here and, uh...

well, for dinner, I'll-I'll eat here too.

How much do I owe you?

No, it's on the house.

If you ever come back,
it'll be on the house, too.

Thank you.

It was nice to meet you.

And you.

[woman singing
in foreign language resumes]

[game noises on cell phone]

Welcome to Asia Blue, may I help you?

I'm looking for the deer.

One second.

[game over sounds]

You work at the cookie factory, right?

The owner of the factory
is a friend of my boss.

She told me you would've came today but...

she's been postponing for one month
and didn't want us to deliver it.

She didn't wanna pay delivery fees.

[melancholy music]

Do you want me to wrap it up?

[music continues]

[music fades]

[music plays faintly inside]

[music continues faintly]

[turns music off]

I brought you a deer.

I really wanted one.

Coffee?

[train signal ringing]

[pleasant music]

[woman vocalizing]

♪ Just another diamond day ♪

♪ Just a blade of grass ♪

♪ Just another bale of hay ♪

♪ On the horses path ♪

[singer vocalizing]

♪ Just another field to plough ♪

♪ Just a grain of wheat ♪

♪ Just a sack of seed to sow ♪

♪ And the children eat ♪

[vocalizing]

♪ Just another life to live ♪

♪ Just a word to say ♪

♪ Just another love to give ♪

♪ And a diamond day ♪

[vocalizing]

[song ends]

[instrumental music]

[music fades]