All language subtitles for Symphony.Of.Love.1970

- Mister Schubert!
- Good morning, Miss.

- Have patience.
- I have had enough.

Pay the two months' rent,
or I will evict you.

- I'll pay you later, when I'm back.
- You always say the same thing.

Today is different.
I'll get paid for the violin lessons.

See you when you get back, then.
I'll be waiting in the house.

Of course, Miss.

- Mr. Schubert!
- I'll pay you when I get back.

Take your time. I wanted to know
what I should send you today.

- Some apples.
- And some vegetables.

All right. Thank you.

- 8 florin.
- So little?

- It's you, Mr. Schubert.
- Yes, it's me. Here again.

A teacher's job lasts only 15 days.

- What will you do without it?
- I will always have my piano.

That is too heavy to bring here.

How much do you need?

- As much as possible.
- I can give you 10 florin.

Please, Marta, make an exception.
After all, I'm your best customer!

I'd do it gladly.

But the owner will check it anyway.

- Here.
- Thank you.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Miss Marta, go to the warehouse
to get this painting.

- Miss…
- Sorry, I'll go right away.

- Did you lose something?
- He gave me more, I'll give it back.

- You'll get me fired.
- Why?

You were in need,
and so I helped you a little bit.

We got lucky because
the owner didn't notice it.

You risked losing your job for me.

Well, I would have found another one!

I'm glad everything went well.

This song is so beautiful!
They sing it all the time.

- It is always a pleasure!
- Have you heard it before?

Of course, all Vienna is singing it!

- I didn't know I was so popular.
- Really? Did you write it?

My friend Muller wrote the words,
and I wrote the music.

Everybody knows my songs by heart,
but no one buys them!

I see. But you get paid
for printed music.

Why do you keep on writing songs
if you don't make a living with them?

- Don't birds sing for free?
- Well, yes.

Yes, of course.
This is very nice of you.

But it bothers me that a man
of your talent isn't making a fortune.

Fortune is made of friendship,
relationships and chances.

Yes, but… Sorry, I must
run to get the painting!

Goodbye, Mr. Franz… Mr. Schubert!

Congratulations for the song!

Goodbye, Miss Marta,
and thank you for everything.

You have nothing to thank me for.
Goodbye.

Ludwig, you may be the first sword
of Hungary, but you're a bad driver.

- You almost killed that guy.
- I can't deny it, Anna.

You put me to the test again,
and I've lost.

But I will never lose
the test of our love.

The love I have for you
can never be beaten.

This was a short holiday,
but very nice.

Yes. I'm sorry to go back to Budapest.

We should get back.

I promised my governess
I would take her to visit Vienna.

As you wish. I hoped to spend
more time with you.

You know that, once back in Budapest,
I must return to the field.

We have the whole night for us.

It's true.

I will not find peace
until you are my wife.

2 x 1 = 2. Repeat.

2 x 1 = 2

2 x 2 = 4. Repeat.

2 x 2 = 4.

What is he writing?

2 x 3 = 6. Repeat.

2 x 3 = 6.

Repeat.

Mr. Schubert!

Sit down.

What are you teaching these kids?

- Come to my office.
- Yes, right away.

Kids, be good. I'll be back soon.

If I come back at all…

Come in.

Here is Mr. Schubert.

- Perhaps you don't know me.
- I have never had the pleasure.

He's the court musician.

It's an honor.

Princess Vorokin heard that
you're a talented composer.

Therefore she told me
to invite you to her palace tonight.

Hoping that you
can play some good music

for her and her friends.

I'm flattered, I hope
I won't disappoint the princess.

Very well, Mr. Schubert.

Her approval opens
the door to every publisher.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Excellency.
Goodbye, principal.

- To fortune!
- To success!

To the glory of Franz Schubert!

And to his fear.

- Are you really scared?
- I don't think I can go tonight.

- You're crazy.
- You must find the courage.

- I must find my tailcoat!
- Did you pawn it?

- Last month, for 12 florins.
- Wait. You still have your violin.

I had it until this morning.
I pawned it.

I used the money to pay some debts.

Go to the pawn shop and ask to get
your tailcoat back for one evening.

- No…
- This is a good idea.

- No…
- Do it.

It's useless,
he wants his money back.

- You'll give it back to him.
- Go, don't be pessimistic.

- Just try.
- Listen to us.

- This is a chance you can't miss.
- All right.

Will he give it to him?

No! You're asking me
something impossible.

You get your item back
only after you pay for it.

- You know this well.
- I just need it for tonight.

- Don't insist of me.
- I'm not.

Good!

I may lose the only chance of my life.

Finally!

- So?
- Nothing.

I will keep being a teacher
and write music.

And the publishers
will keep paying you 4 cents.

I'd go dressed like that.

They'd think I don't respect them.
Let's forget about that.

Here is your tailcoat.

How did you do that?
Did you convince your boss?

- Yes, and it wasn't difficult.
- I'm really glad, Miss Marta.

- I'll bring it back tomorrow.
- Don't bother, I'll come.

I don't want to disturb you more.
And I have to thank Mr. Schultz.

No, you don't have to thank him,
nor say anything to him.

You! Did you do this for me?

Thank you, Miss Marta.

Good job, Miss.

Hurry, Her Majesty is curious to
listen to the music of Mr. Schubert!

We'll be back soon!

You have the right to see him
before anyone else!

What do you think?

- Doesn't he look like someone else?
- No.

I have always imagined him like this,
like all the other famous musicians.

Thank you for the compliment.

- I hope I'll deserve it.
- I have no doubts about it.

It will be a success.

I can never thank you enough.

You might have changed my future.

- My whole life.
- Don't make me feel so important.

You will change your destiny
with your talent, Maestro.

Why do you call me Maestro?
I want to think of you as a friend.

- A dear friend!
- Thank you.

Let's be less formal.

It won't be easy for me,
I never had friends before.

I thought so, and I know
how hard it is to feel lonely.

Sometimes, we'd give our life
to have someone be with us.

Love and joy don't matter,

but a friend,
someone to hold our hand.

And suddenly you realize
that everything is changing, Franz.

- And that everything starts again.
- And angels find their paradise.

Schubert, are you crazy?

Go back and keep playing.

I don't play if someone makes fun
of my music. Tell that girl!

Think carefully. If you keep
doing this, it will be a scandal.

- And you will pay for that.
- My concert is over.

I'm sorry that you have been
insulted in my house.

But his symphony
wasn't a laughing matter.

Anyway, that youngster
will pay for his arrogance.

- He shouldn't have gotten upset.
- That's too much.

Mr. Schubert, I must tell you

that I regret to inform you…

that you no longer teach here.

Why? What have I done?

Nothing to do with your efficiency
and your behavior.

You must leave the class

to an older teacher.

He has a family to support.

You're young, you have a life ahead,
you'll find something better.

Let me give you some advice.

In the future,

try not to go against those in power.

Goodbye, Mr. Schubert.

Good luck.

Goodbye, Mr. Principal.

Franz, are you already up this early?

I have lost hope,
I can't take it any more.

- My imagination is disappearing.
- Were you up all night?

Yes. I tried to finish my symphony
in B Minor, but I just can't.

- You must.
- It's useless.

It was unfinished when
I played it for the Princess,

and I'm sure it will stay like that.

No. I'm sure you will finish it.

For me.

For you, maybe. Thank you, Marta.

- What can I do for you?
- Mister court musician.

I'm a friend of Mr. Schubert,
I come on his behalf.

No one wants to hear about him,
he got kicked out of the school,

and no one publishes his music.
All because he got offended.

- He offended the princess.
- He is not guilty of that.

They invited him to laugh at him.

Try walking in his shoes.

- Be good, protect him.
- You'll ruin my clothes!

Intercede on his behalf,
get them all to forgive him.

- Let go of me.
- Tell me what he did.

He did the worst thing
that can be done in Vienna.

He misbehaved.

In Vienna is better to behave
properly than be a genius.

I don't mean to say that he's a genius.

- Be generous.
- My dear, don't push it.

I don't care to be generous. Farewell.

Please, don't abandon him.

How did it go today?

Don't you see?

It looks like no one
cares about my music.

Not even for those 4 cents
they used to give me before.

- It wont' be like that forever.
- Right.

- No one wants to hear about me.
- Be positive.

- We aren't doing any better.
- But we aren't making a tragedy.

It's the destiny
of us misunderstood geniuses!

We must suffer before
we are kissed by glory.

Eat something, and drink, too.

Come on, drink.
Wine kicks sadness away!

I don't want it.

If you let sadness get you,
you won't do anything.

Good morning. How did it go today?

Like yesterday, like tomorrow.

- Like forever.
- He's not hungry.

He hasn't been eating for two days.
Who's there?

- A friend.
- Come in.

Good morning,
I'm the secretary of Count Roskoff.

I'd like to talk to Mr. Schubert.
For a job.

- Here he is.
- Schubert.

Nice to meet you,
I'm Hermann Fuchs.

- Let's leave them alone.
- We have nothing to hide.

- We'll be back later.
- Let's go.

I represent the interests
of Count Roskoff,

one of the most important names
in the Hungarian aristocracy.

He's asking you to move to Budapest
in his mansion,

to teach music and singing
to his daughters.

Are you sure you're not mistaken?
I'm Franz Schubert.

Absolutely. Aren't you a composer?

- Yes, I write music.
- Then, I'm not wrong.

- Would you like to leave?
- Of course. Tomorrow, even.

Very well.

This is an advance for the travel,
and to sort out your belongings.

I'll do it right now.

In the envelope you'll find the address
and a letter from the Count.

- Good luck, and enjoy your job.
- Thank you. I'll escort you.

No, I can do it on my own.

This is mine. Thank you.

- Good morning.
- Good morning, sir.

- I must go to Roskoff's mansion.
- It's in the countryside.

- Is it far?
- You can't reach it by walking.

There are coaches there.
You just have to negotiate a price.

- Is it expensive?
- They have to leave town.

- Thank you. Good bye.
- Good bye.

- Where are you going?
- Count Roskoff's mansion.

Come, we'll make an agreement.

Get in.

- I bet you're the music teacher.
- Exactly, I'm Franz Schubert.

- How did you guess?
- I saw it.

- From what?
- Your coach didn't have an emblem.

You're the countess I will teach
music to, together with your sister.

Yes, I'm Irina Roskova.

I will not take
music lessons from you.

I can't sing and I hate the piano.
This idea of studying music

is my sister's idea, and I still
don't know what got into her head.

Here's Daddy. Daddy! Dad!

- Good day.
- Good morning to you.

How is my little tempest doing?
Who were you talking to?

The music teacher, Franz Schubert.

Welcome to our house.
We hope you had a pleasant trip.

Wonderful. I had never
left Vienna before,

and it was nice to travel
for so many kilometers.

- I'm a little tired.
- You can rest, if you want.

Irina must have told you everything
about the music lessons.

She told me everything,
and we have found an agreement.

Very well, I'm glad.

More than an employee,
please consider yourself a guest.

- Thank you.
- Where is your sister?

She is at the stables,
she will be here soon.

Now I must go.
Irina will introduce you to her sister.

The house help
will take care of your luggage.

- Thank you.
- See you later, Tempest.

See you later, Papa.

- Take care of Mr. Schubert's luggage.
- Yes, sir.

Thank you. I like you as a man.

But I will never like you
as a teacher.

Finally, my little sister is here.

This is Anna, the firstborn,
as my father would say.

This is the music teacher.
Now I must go get changed.

Igor, you can wait by the gate.

- Why did you do it?
- To apologize to you.

You're too good at remembering
what I have already forgot.

Thank you. So, you'll stay.

- Yes.
- Very good.

I'll see you tomorrow morning
for the first lesson.

As first thing, you must acknowledge
the base elements of music.

In music, you have to distinguish

singing, melody and harmony.

Rhythm is a subdivision of time.

Without rhythm there's no music.

Let's take a song.

Let's leave aside harmony and melody.

Here. Read the first line.

My serenade, fly in to the air,
go and sing in the sky.

In normal life, you'd say this
with a normal inflection.

In music, the accents change
accordingly to rhythm.

Now, read this phrase
with the rhythm of this tempo.

My serenade, fly into the air,

go and sing in the sky.

My serenade

Fly into the air

Go and sing in the sky

My serenade

Tell the stars

How sad it is down there

We are angels of the wind

Without a moment

Of paradise

How much love, how much pain

In our eyes

In our face

In love with a love

That has no mercy

We don't know this

But we walk

Beyond infinity

We are wind angels

Without a second

Of paradise

But I love you
I love you very much

And this for me

Looks like paradise

My love

My love

You were very good.
It was a surprise.

Thank you.
Can we resume our lesson tomorrow?

As you wish.

- How are the music lessons going?
- Very well, Papa.

- And for you?
- Not as well as Anna.

This is bad.

- You should focus more.
- I will.

- Let's play.
- Yes.

While you play, I'll go smoke
this cigar on the terrace.

This is a wonderful night.

- Black or white?
- White.

The first move to you.

Anna, it's your turn.

Forgive me, maybe I've disturbed you.
I didn't think to find you alone.

This is my favorite place.
You don't disturb me at all.

- This place is gorgeous.
- Yes. No one ever comes here.

I'd come here with my mother.

She made me love it so much.
We'd spend hours here.

Do you like the rest of the park?

Yes. I'm slowly discovering it.

Do you miss Vienna?
You look a little sad.

No. Perhaps, I miss my friends.

- Do you feel lonely?
- Sometimes I feel lonely.

Now you know my refuge,
come here whenever you want.

You're very kind.

You don't forgive, Ludwig.

Try to stop me if you can.

- Is this enough for today?
- For ever, you're unbeatable.

It's all due to my friend Bauer,
I took it from him.

You didn't just take that.

- What are talking about?
- You took his wife.

I wanted to talk about this.
Sooner or later he'll find out.

- And so?
- Don't you play around too much.

One day he'll come against you with
that same sword he taught you.

No, he cares for his life.
He knows I'm better than him.

He loves his wife. He'd get the sword
to defend her honor,

and not to give you a fencing lesson.

What shall we do tonight?
I have an idea…

- Are you writing to Anna?
- It's been a week.

Be sincere, Ludwig.
You're in love with that girl.

You're even more beautiful
when you act all jealous.

I'll write to her every day
to see you like that.

Give me an answer.
Are you in love with Anna?

I'm in love with her dowry, Erika.

You know my financial condition.

That marriage is my only hope.

You promised not to marry.

Keep the promises out of that.

I never asked you
to leave your husband.

You're right, I've been crazy.

- What's wrong?
- I fell for you like a little girl.

I ruined my honor
and my husband's trust.

I have betrayed his trust too,
he's a good friend of mine.

I've come to know you.
You have no mercy.

My husband would go crazy
if he knew.

I'd go crazy if I couldn't have you.

I'm sorry to interrupt you.
This arrived for you.

- It's come from the battlefield.
- Couldn't you leave it in my room?

This is how you thank me?

Shall we start from where
we were interrupted?

Are you writing to Ludwig?

- I don't know what to write.
- Don't write to him, then.

- Nonsense. I must write to him.
- To tell him lies?

- Leave me alone.
- Yes, Anna, I'm leaving.

I wouldn't do it.

The day I'm engaged,

I'll know what to write
to the man I love.

- Can you please leave?
- Tell the truth, Anna.

You'd know what to write to Schubert.

- That's not true.
- Calm down, little sister.

That's all I wanted to know.

Now that you told me it isn't true,
I'm sure it is.

Cheer up. You just met us,
and you don't know our habits.

Here, it is forbidden to leave
your glass untouched for so long.

Don't misjudge me.
I'm not a good drinker like you.

Soon you'll be like us.
Help yourself to a little happiness.

What do you think about our music?
I see that you like it particularly.

I really like folk music.
It's spontaneous and full of life.

We value your opinion!
Friends, raise your glasses!

The Hungarian music
is crossing its borders!

Cheers to Hungarian music!

Sorry to interrupt you,
but I found this paper.

I thought this was yours.

I wrote it before reading a poem…

"The Wild Rose" from Goethe.

He's my favorite poet.

Also mine.

Do his poems
inspire your compositions?

Sometimes. My first inspiration
is always women.

I'm sorry that I hadn't met you before.

Perhaps, admiring your face,
I'd write the best love symphony.

These words are flattering.

It's the truth.

This was made in Poland.
There are very few of them.

I really like it. It's perfect.

- Where did you find it?
- I promised him I'd show it to him.

- It's just a toy.
- The music starts like this.

Anna!

Anna!

I came to tell you that
another letter from Ludwig arrived.

- And so?
- He won't stop until you answer.

Irina, I told you not to mind
my business. I know what to do.

- You're always so full of letters.
- Yes, madame.

It's difficult to be a mailman.

Nothing for you, not even today.

- How long were you there?
- It doesn't matter.

I thought I heard it for the first time.
My favorite composition.

- It's also the most unfortunate.
- I know.

- I still haven't finished it.
- It's marvelous.

Yes, when played by you.
I have nothing to teach you.

You taught me many things.

Why didn't you finish it?

I tried many times, but maybe
it's destined to stay unfinished.

If you ever finish it, let me be
the first to listen to it.

TO MARTA, WITH GRATITUDE AND LOVE
FRANZ

They told my father that
you like to go to taverns.

Yes, I do it for research.
I really like folk music…

I advise you not to do it any more,
my father is very upset about it.

- Good evening, teacher.
- Good evening, Irina.

I'm sorry, but I have
a bad news for you.

- What?
- I want to learn music, too.

This isn't bad news.
Actually, it makes me very happy.

- Really?
- That's what I'm here for.

Do you think I'm as good as Anna?

I can't tell an E from a G.

Don't worry. You'll put in some
good will, and I'll put in some patience.

You're wonderful!

I'm not tired, but you've been
on the swing for half an hour.

One more minute. Anna isn't here
today, so I can have fun.

I haven't seen her in a few days.
I feel like she's trying to avoid me.

- She left for Vienna yesterday.
- She left?

Her friend Ludwig went with her?

No, she's with our nanny.
Her friend Ludwig, as you call him…

My sister doesn't like him any more.

Did she like him before?

Well, before they were…

Anna doesn't hold me
in high esteem.

She doesn't tell me
about her feelings.

- Push me!
- Okay.

How nice!

Faster!

Czardas is a wonderful
Hungarian dance.

- Very good!
- Exceptional!

Are you surprised to see me
at this hour and dressed like this?

- If it wasn't for your voice…
- It's me.

I'm different than before,

because now
I can look at you honestly.

In a different way,
far from everybody else.

Once, I hurt you.

But now you can forgive me.

You have to go back to Vienna today,
to play for Princess Vorokin.

- I apologized to her as well.
- You shouldn't have.

You're an artist,
it will be a big success.

Thank you, but the idea
of leaving you despises me.

I was hoping to hear that, because
your departure bothers me as well.

A woman should never say this first.

But I love you, Franz!

Anna, I love you too.

- It was great to see the dawn.
- It was wonderful.

It's late now.

You have to leave soon.

Safe travels.

See you soon.

It was inevitable, I told you.

Yes, I know.
And I'm sorry for my friend Bauer.

- At your service.
- Call Mr. Schubert.

- He left not long ago.
- When?

The count's coach took him to the city.

He's going to Vienna.

- Where's Schubert?
- There.

- Watch my horse.
- Yes, Sir.

- Are you Mr. Schubert?
- Yes.

You?

Without a piano,
you are even more useless.

Sir…

I wonder how you dare
set eyes on Anna!

- Anna?
- Count Roskoff's daughter.

You took advantage of her ingenuity,
and me being gone.

You're an opportunist!
You're a dirty dowry hunter!

A worm!

You're also impulsive.
You did wrong.

You'll pay for this slap
with your life.

You must give up your trip.

Tomorrow morning, we'll meet
at the castle of Esztergom.

Where I will kill you in a duel.

You?

You came to my house at night?

You heard about the duel.

I've a confidant that saw you, too.

So you love him for real.

Yes, I do. Much more than
I managed to love you.

So you came here
to ask me to spare him.

I can't, my dear. I love you
as much as he does.

No, you don't love me.

Those who love can forgive,
and even renounce.

I can never give up what I want.

I want you, Anna.

Is this the price for his life?

What I feel for you doesn't matter.

He must pay because
he offended me, and you.

I wasn't offended.

That's your heart talking.
This is an infatuation.

- A fling.
- You can't kill him.

He must disappear from your life.
I say this for your own good.

- Not like that.
- He'll have a weapon as well.

He can live,
if he knows how to fight.

I am satisfied.

To the Roskoff mansion.

Miss Marta! I have a good news!
Franz is back in Vienna.

- When?
- Yesterday. He came for a re-match.

Princess Vorokin invited him
to play tonight at her castle.

I knew that his talent
would be appreciated.

Countess Roskoff is responsible
for this miracle.

The same person who ruined
his first concert.

You know that we pawn
precious objects? Stop chatting.

- I'm done, sir.
- Good.

Goodbye, Marta.

Get back to your job, right away.

- Did you understand? Go.
- Yes, Mr. Schultz.

Hurray for Schubert!

- An unforgettable night!
- It was years…

Your compositions
will be famous.

- Thank you.
- You have been great!

Marta!

You cried, my daughter!
What happened?

- Nothing, mom. Don't worry.
- You don't cry without a reason.

- I'm crying tears of joy.
- I understood.

So, Franz's concert was a success?

Yes. A big success.
He's a famous artist now.

I'm glad. He suffered, too.

It's fair that life gives him
all that he wants.

Yes. He will have everything.
But I will have to renounce him.

Why do you say that?
Do you love him?

So much, mother. Desperately.

But I'm not the woman
that he wants.

Now, Franz belongs
to a happier world.

Look at me well, mother.

No one knows me better than you.
Poverty is marked on me.

There's no place for me
with these people.

- What are you saying?
- I won't see him again.

It's the price of success.
They won't let him have a poor lover.

Hurray for Schubert! Congratulations!

- It was a triumph!
- See you soon.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye, friends.

Thank you! Goodbye.
Thank you for everything.

Goodbye, and thank you.

- Good evening.
- You're Count Roskoff's assistant.

I'm glad you remember me.

- This will make my task easier.
- Is Anna sick?

It's about Countess Anna,
but not her health.

Praise the Lord!
No other news can scare me, then.

Mr. Schubert,

Count Roskoff
decided to let you go.

- Don't go back to Budapest.
- What are you talking about?

You're relieved from your assignment.

Here is a year's salary.
Your severance pay.

It's impossible.
Anna is waiting for me.

You must forget what happened

between you and Countess Anna.

I understand your bewilderment

and also your sorrow,
but please understand,

you have a bright future
waiting for you.

You will soon forget.

This money is yours.

It's what you're owed, not charity.

No, I just want to talk to Anna,
and no one can keep me from doing it.

I'm sorry, I forgot.

It's a letter from Countess Anna.

She told me
not to bring back an answer.

Our love was just a swift dream.

A swift, sweet dream.

Farewell, Franz. I hope that your
beautiful music will be of comfort,

so that you may
regain your serenity.

I ask your forgiveness.
Forgive me, Franz.

- We should take it in, no?
- Maybe.

- Let's change it, too.
- No, don't waste your time.

Don't worry. A day before the wedding,
your dress will be perfect.

Let me take care of you.
I'll go get other stuff.

You're so beautiful.
You look like the Virgin Mary.

Why do you marry Ludwig,
if you don't love him?

You can't understand.
One day, you will love, too.

Defend your love against everybody.

Don't give up your happiness.

- Good morning, Marta. Ready to work?
- Good morning.

- Miss Marta.
- Why are you here?

He's a dead man.
Only you can help him.

- No, I'm nobody to him.
- But you still love him.

Help him, I beg you.

Miss Marta, when this fellow
is done talking to you,

could you please come to work?

- Yes, Mr. Schultz.
- Goodbye, Marta.

- Franz!
- Marta!

I'm happy, really happy!

Franz…

Look! "Anna loves you only.
Leave now. Irina."

Excuse me if I don't stay,
but I must leave for Budapest.

Farewell, Marta. Good luck.

Be happy, Franz.

May this be a peaceful marriage.

May she be
a Christian and faithful bride.

May she take the example
of the saint brides.

May she be loved like Rachel,

as wise as Rebecca,
and faithful like Sarah.

Before pronouncing you
husband and wife,

I must ask

if there is anyone
who objects to this marriage.

Hurry! Run!

It's too late, Franz. Too late!

Anna got married.

Goodbye, Franz.

The music will give you
more than what I gave you.

It will make you immortal.

Farewell, my love. Farewell!

AS MY LOVE WILL NEVER END,
SO TOO WILL THIS MUSIC HAVE NO END..!

THE END