I operated on her ages ago.
Are you sure?
Appendicitis.
The pathologist says she has no scars on her body.
Did she tell you about the operation?
Yes.
The first time she approached me.
What else did she say about herself?
She was a student.
Her parents lived far away.
Her father was...
Can I have another glass of water, please?
- Is there any more champagne? - One in the fridge.
- Gérardknocks it back. - You too.
I love you.
- Scram! - OK.
Oh, stay with the others.
- Should I put this here? - If you like.
Wait! What are you trying to do?
What?
You make people happy.
Take this. I'll take the plates.
- Homegrown? - Yes, the last ones.
That's for being good!
Gassard, see that bulge?
That's it.
Cécile, show me number 12.
Yes, sir.
Glasses.
Thank you.
Stan, the microscope.
OK, let's do this.
You had to take out the heart, kidneys, a wrench...
It was plastic.
If you touched the sides, his big red nose lit up.
There was a weird buzz, too.
You'd lost.
I loved that game.
I knew that if I touched the side, he'd die.
He carried on laughing, but he was dead.
- If I'd been given cars... - You'd race cars.
- Or I'd repair them. - Similar to a surgeon!
Mr Natkinson,
the next one's ready.
Let's go.
Brigitte, why did I note Mr Reinart's slipped disc twice?
It's on the 22nd?
From 8 to 9.
Alright, good.
Pardon?
No, I won't operate 4 times in the same...
Bornand can deal with mere medullary decompression.
OK, thanks. Bye.
Miss... What do I owe you?
2.20 euros.
I know you.
You operated on me.
Appendicitis.
- No, my field is neurosurgery. - Yes, it was you.
- I replaced colleagues ages ago. - I was a kid.
- I don't remember. - You were kind.
When you're scared...
you remember.
- Well, have a nice day. - Will you come back?
Never the same here, is it?
- Did you change that? - No.
For you, the sun. For me, the crap.
What? Can't I be frank?
Well, I couldn't live here.
There's too much light,
too much of everything.
How many years in this glass casket?
Mathilde...
Mind you...
I say that, but I don't care.
Is Victor well?
And his daughter... Véra?
Emma.
Children are everywhere. In the street... Everywhere.
It makes me cry.
Don't use that fucking language to me.
Calm down.
I'm expected.
You're expected?
Surprised I'm expected, huh?
Wait.
- No, no! - Go on.
- That's not why I'm here. - I know.
- Don't tell Paul. - No.
Don't worry, it's just a minor checkup.
See my secretary on the way out.
- See you soon, Doctor. - Bye.
I've had enough!
Make me one.
The other day, I remembered a joke you told me when we started:
"You'll open brains. I'll empty 'em."
The drain's overflowing.
I should've been a butcher like you.
You don't have to listen to 'em.
I chose the wrong life.
Very good.
- Overcooked. - No.
Mathilde came.
Don't you want to know?
Know what?
How she is.
How is she?
When did she get out?
2 weeks ago.
When's she going back?
You're not funny.
You can't help her.
Nobody can.
Sometimes we can't help others.
- Good shot, eh? - Cut it out!
Don't you ever stop?
The world never stops.
Shit!
Mind your heart.
Come on, Gérard!
Stop it, you're putting us off.
Game, set and match!
You fall asleep on the run?
The state the kid's in!
- If you need me, just call. - Thanks.
Why do you always let him win?
What about you?
That last point wasn't bad.
Great match.
Bye.
Tumors of the lateral ventricles?
Ependymomas, papillomavirus of the choroid plexi...
Astrocytomas...
And?
- Gassard? - Meningiomas in children.
Go away and study.
Brigitte, why's this bouquet here?
It was left at reception for you.
A grateful patient...
Take it.
- What about your wife? - Oh, no.
Come back next spring.
It'll have changed.
Gladly.
Goodbye.
Thanks for coming.
- You have a beautiful garden. - Thank you.
See you next year.
Yes, indeed.
New message.
What's wrong, darling? Is it Alzheimer's?
I hate cut flowers.
Bye. See you tonight.
Hello.
Remember me?
The waitress from the Café... Lou.
What're you doing here?
Nothing. I'm on my way to work.
I've patients waiting.
Goodbye.
Goodbye...
'Morning.
'Morning, everyone.
'Morning, sir.
- 'Morning, Hélène. OK? - Fine, thanks.
Dr Natkinson's office.
A patient found it at the door on the ground.
No note either?
No.
- The delivery man didn't say anything? - It's ordered online.
It can come from anywhere.
They know your hospital,
office and home addresses.
They're flowers, not death threats.
Your sister?
She's penniless.
Should I fix you dinner?
No, I had a sandwich at the hospital.
I'm exhausted.
Come to bed.
The thing is, the tumor is hard to get at.
But it'll be OK
or I wouldn't take the risk.
I trust you.
We'll wait for you to build your strength up a bit.
You have to be in top shape, OK?
Now you get some rest.
Have a nice day, Doctor.
What'll you do after?
After what?
Well, after... Later on.
You've been thinking a lot lately.
I met someone.
Does she inundate you with flowers like Paul's female stalker?
Why not a male stalker?
What does she do?
Gallery owner.
- Saarbrücken. - You go there?
- Sometimes. - Why do you go there?
Wife-swappers club.
What?
You have no-one to swap!
You met her in a horrid place like that?
I was joking.
I didn't believe you.
Liar!
Stop it.
Diapers?
No.
I have some at home.
Socks on...
Are these boating magazines yours or Victor's?
Victor's.
A bank colleague of his bought a yacht.
He's not buying a boat?
What is it?
I don't know.
It was on the car at the hospital today.
She's sleeping.
My patients ask me if someone's died in the building
because of all the flowers everywhere.
She'll tire of it in the end.
I ignore the delivery man now.
I don't know what Victor's up to.
Why do you say that?
Caroline.
- I never understood your son. - "My son"?!
It's a figure of speech.
You don't know him much.
Lucie, I have a full day tomorrow.
You always do.
And I have very long days full of emptiness.
We've been married for ages.
If I put end to end our time together, how long's it been?
Lucie...
Neurosurgery.
Marie-Jo?
No, Annette.
Natkinson here. I'll be 15 minutes late for my morning's operations.
Should I tell the anesthetist?
Hello?
Leave me alone!
I'm sick of your flowers!
- What... - A friend?
She's crazy!
Stop sending me flowers.
I'm buying flowers for her.
What's your problem?
Don't treat people like that!
I'll call the cops.
Get outta here!
Alright?
I'll redo it.
- Bye, Paul. - Bye, Jean-Marie.
- 'Night, sir. - 'Night, Maryse.
It's me.
Don't wait up.
I have a problem with a patient.
No, I'm not hungry.
Thanks.
Same to you.
'Evening.
What do you want?
I was waiting for you.
Why?
I wanted to apologize for this morning. I'm...
Do you want to walk with me
or go for a drink somewhere?
I want to make it up to you.
Is there somewhere you want to go?
I know a place nearby.
As a kid, I was pleased to say he built airports.
I've always wanted to fly away, go far away from it all.
He was never there.
And your mother?
She went back to Morocco 5 years ago.
A middle-class family.
From Tangiers. I hate it.
She remarried. An American from Denver.
A rich fashion photographer.
I stayed here.
- Do you like art history? - I live in museums.
When I'm in the Café...
my mind is elsewhere.
I don't think about my job,
but about paintings I love.
As if I lived in them.
And you?
What about me?
What's your life like?
I don't know.
Funny question.
I saw you at the recital.
"La Traviata".
No, "La Bohème".
What did I say?
"La Traviata".
Oh, my God!
I'm exhausted.
Of course. "La Bohème"!
Poor Mimi!
Your friend must think me crazy.
She'll get over it.
I got over it, didn't I?
My number.
Give me yours?
In case you want to know what's in my head.
2 milliliters. And check on him every 3 hours.
Alright, sir.
Hello, Mrs Malek.
Hello, Doctor.
Tomorrow's the big day.
Good.
It all looks good.
Doctor, can I have a word?
Of course.
Alone?
Leave us.
Well...
I wanted to say...
My father was Mordechai Malek
and my mother Stania Malek.
They were from Lublin in southern Poland.
They arrived in France in 1928.
My sisters were Brinia and Stefka,
my brothers Viktor and Schlomo.
I was the youngest.
I was born in France.
My father was a tailor
and my mother helped him.
They set up shop
in Paris at 53 Rue des Amandiers.
When the police came to arrest them
in the summer of 1942,
I was being minded by the lady next door.
My siblings were taken from school.
I wasn't at school.
They all died over there.
They were turned into clouds.
I have no photos, no keepsakes, nothing.
I never married,
I never had children.
I never told this to anyone.
If I'm telling you,
it's because...
if I die...
I want someone to know that they existed.
That someone heard their names
at least once.
Mordechai,
Stania,
Brinia, Stefka,
Viktor and Schlomo Malek.
Maybe the tumor you're going to remove
is them.
If you succeed,
I'm afraid I won't remember them.
That's it.
Oh, shit!
What're you doing, asshole?
Wanna look for free?
Get lost, fucker!
- Get lost! - Beat it!
I didn't hear you come home last night.
What happened to the car?
What?
The car.
A post in the hospital parking lot.
Bravo!
Not eating?
Why do you get up so early?
To see something of you.
Sir?
We have to stop the bleeding now.
Stan, take over the suction.
It's OK, sir.
Annette, bipolar forceps.
You're not the first it's happened to.
You can be proud of Gassard.
She took over at a moment's notice.
You trained her well.
You need a break.
I say that as your boss, not your friend.
You're stopping for a month or two till you're back on your feet.
Next week, Garberian
will be here for 6 months. It's perfect.
And you sleep.
Go to the Caribbean with Lucie.
Go cycling, do macramé, whatever!
But stay away from here and your office. A stand-in...
- But Denis... - No buts.
I bet you don't remember when your last vacation was.
Denis is right.
Come on.
A gin and tonic will do you good.
I'll get you back on your feet.
Come on.
I'll be back for lunch. Don't do anything.
'Morning.
- For once, you're in. - No, keep it.
You shouldn't have opened up. Sign here.
Have a nice day.
He'll let you stroke it. Go on.
He'll fly away.
There's a big one there.
A big butterfly.
Know why I call it a butterfly tree?
When butterflies are tired,
they come and rest here.
Look at that big one.
Isn't that a beautiful color?
It's Gérard.
Come to me.
Hi.
So?
Psychiatry in Guadeloupe... Is there a future in it?
Yes, my tests are fine.
I'll still be able to beat you
next week.
Gassard.
Right...
Yeah, bye.
- Hello, Hélène. - Hello, sir.
How are you?
Fine, thanks.
Zoé Gassard's standing in for me.
Hello, Doctor.
Hélène's put up with old fogies for years. She'll appreciate a new face.
I'll show you the office. I'll lead the way.
This is the appointments book which is online, too.
Password: Lucie.
Same for the patients' files.
The main system password is Victor.
I know, I'm very family oriented!
I didn't say a word, sir.
The keys:
the front door
and the office.
I have spares at home.
Through here, there's
a coffee machine, restroom, etc.
Any questions?
Thanks again for what you did.
It was only natural.
Just a sec. I have to see Gérard.
6:30, Wednesday.
So, Mr Burn-out, seen my tan?
What a face!
What is it?
Who's that girl you showed out?
- A patient. - Since when?
I don't understand.
Why's she here?
Why are you in such a state?
Why's she here?
Calm down. And a professional secret...
Screw your code of ethics!
Why the hell's she here?
None of your goddam business!
Do I ask you about your patients?
- Stay out of my life! - What?
What d'you want? You sent the flowers!
- Why did you see my colleague? - You're crazy!
You walk the streets by the stadium.
Calling me a whore? He's calling me a whore!
- Calm down! - He called me a whore!
- Calm down. - Let go of me!
What?
Is that what you do when I work nights?
I see my lovers, too.
I have time to see a few.
If you think I look
like a grandma, I already did this when we first met.
At the time, you found it terribly sexy.
I argued with Gérard.
I know.
You know?
He told me.
He tells you everything?
Not everything, but almost.
Did he tell you why?
I said he doesn't tell me everything.
What did you fight about?
Nothing.
Bravo...
That's good. Careful.
You'll get it everywhere.
One more spoonful.
Yes. Please...
That's good.
It's yours.
Don't drink too much, honey.
What do you want?
Now's not the time.
I'll be at the park
at 4 PM.
Don't drink too much, honey.
One more spoonful.
One more...
For Grandma Lucie.
Pasta's good, isn't it?
OK?
Yes, why?
Who was it?
Nothing.
Good. Bravo!
Like that, don't you?
Want me to do it again?
Very high?
Pretty, isn't it?
Again...
That's enough.
Mama will pick you up later, honey.
How's that?
You're not cold?
Should I pull the blanket up a bit?
There. Right...
Hello.
You hurt me the other day.
I'm sorry, I...
I thought I'd seen you.
And even if I had...
I'm sorry. I'm not myself at the moment.
I'm the one who's sorry.
Why?
Making a scene in the street.
It was so sordid.
My teacher told me to consult your friend.
It didn't occur to me.
I could stop going.
I'll see someone else.
Why do you need to see him?
We're fragile sometimes, right?
Your daughter?
Granddaughter.
She's lucky.
Why did you call me?
- Hi. - Hi.
I got off early.
I'll be going.
I'll be late for class.
Bye, Paul.
I think Emma...
I think Emma is hungry.
She's being transferred. The car's coming.
She was found on the roof, half-naked.
I never understood how, with the same parents, we could be...
like her and me.
Maybe you're not so different.
A minute variation in skin thickness changes everything.
She couldn't stand it when our parents moved here.
You know it's not that simple.
Thanks for being here.
You always call me in bad times. When will you at other times?
You didn't send those flowers?
How can you think such a thing?
- The same old story. - Sure.
You repeat the crap you hear.
I didn't invent the system.
We just try to make it work.
Should we say thanks?
You and your bank just generate profits.
You don't try to help people.
- To... - What do you think?
That we just watch the money in a huge washing machine?
We help to create jobs.
We set in motion dying businesses.
- We create the dynamics of innovation. - Wow!
How do you manage to keep a straight face?
Very funny.
You're Mr Good Guy.
You save 'em, I ruin 'em.
- Sorry I'm your son. - Stop it, you two.
- I'm sick of it. - He's a pain.
He's even worse now he's off work.
What's this about a boat?
Your mother said you're buying one.
Yes... No...
We'll see.
You always hated water.
At the seaside, you always refused to swim.
Can't I change?
What'd you do with a boat?
I'd go paragliding.
Or put it on my balcony as a flowerpot!
What the fuck do you do with a boat?
You'd be better off...
Better off what?
Remember my date of birth? May 25, 1982.
I'm 30, not 12. Shove your advice.
He was with a girl I don't know and...
What?
Nothing.
I'm looking at you. Do you mind?
You're starting to piss me off!
All of you!
I don't touch the money my dad sends.
Ever.
It's as if he was buying his absence.
It's always been like that.
Lots of gifts, never there.
My mother started a new life.
She's obsessed by that: starting a new life.
And money.
Starting a new life and money.
I don't think she cares about me.
Neither of them care.
They get on just fine without me.
I'm a speck of dust to them.
I'd rather take dirty money than theirs.
I don't owe them anything.
I don't do it all the time.
Just when I need to hate myself.
Hate yourself?
You mustn't hate anything.
Not yourself or anything.
Life's so full of beauty.
Listen.
Is Natkinson English?
American.
My father was a soldier on a NATO base near here.
I was a baby when he left.
All I have is his name.
He never came back?
Did you miss him?
My mother was there.
Always there for me. That was enough.
We were happy.
I was her little man.
She was all mine.
Leaving me?
Would you like anything?
You look better already.
They said there are lots of activities. You could...
The library looks good, too.
You like reading.
The grounds are pleasant, too, right, Paul?
Work it out, you two.
Work it out.
Blah, blah, blah!
Couldn't you have forced yourself?
Did you want me to pretend like you?
Not a word. Unbelievable!
You should've asked dear Gérard. It's his thing.
Idiot!
- Smoking cigars again? - Yes.
What's got into you?
No, let me do it.
I'll do it.
Do you want to talk?
Talk?
What about?
Did you know Wim Delvoye?
You work like him, really.
No, no, I just deal with bodies.
He's interested in souls.
I'm not an artist.
Was surgery a vocation?
I studied, because it's what I was asked to do.
But there were so many other things I wanted...
You'll see.
It goes by so fast.
No time to brake.
To change directions, to...
to take a few steps back...
Why can't we?
It's late. I'll drop you off at the university.
You scared me!
What're you doing here?
Nothing. I was looking at you.
Where were you?
At the museum.
The Mudam.
I hadn't been in ages.
And you?
Can't you see?
You OK?
Want some wine?
Yes, I do.
Hello, this is Lou Vallée.
Leave a message. I'll call you back.
You don't want to come with me?
I'm going to pick up some bags of compost.
We could walk in the forest. It'd do us good.
I got a brochure about a new scanner.
I'll go see Caroline.
See you later.
When he was little, we got on.
Now, I don't know...
We argue all the time.
We don't know... I don't know what to do.
I don't have the key.
It's like the people you live with grew distant.
What about your wife?
My wife is closer to him.
At least, I think she is.
Actually, I have no idea.
When I saw you at the recital, you were with...
Friends of my mother's.
Businessmen.
I see them occasionally to please her.
They're boring.
Not like you.
You mustn't do that, Lou.
Why not?
You mustn't.
What is it you want?
Nothing, I... I don't know.
It's been ages since I did things...
without thinking.
I listen to you.
It's so simple...
not to think...
Not to plan things.
I look at you.
You don't want to fuck me?
Why do you say such ugly things?
I had something for you.
You'll see, it's a fine version.
It's my favorite.
Lou...
If you only knew...
I'll leave you now.
I have to leave you.
Has something happened?
You tell me.
Tell you what?
What happened.
What's happening to us.
Does "us" still mean anything to you?
I'm tired.
The same old song.
When was the last time you and I really talked?
Maybe that's the problem.
Whose fault is that?
You stop work and realize you're a stranger at home.
You want to talk? Go ahead.
Leave me alone.
I saw you today.
You follow me?
Shouldn't a wife follow her man?
It's what I've done for 30 years.
I gave it all up so as not to hinder you.
- Who's the little bitch? - Quiet.
You finally succumbed to her roses?
You don't understand.
I'm too dumb, is that it?
I've become an old bag to be thrown out.
You're pathetic. I thought better of you!
You're a pain in the ass.
Yes, it's me. But not right now.
Over to you after the tone.
Lucie, it's not what you think.
You know I love you. It'll pass.
I'm staying in a hotel. I don't want to get in your way.
But you can call me anytime day or night.
That's all.
Take care.
Look, Lucie.
It's pretty.
You'll look beautiful in that.
Caroline, I wanted to say...
Victor's my son, but if you're unhappy, you must leave him fast.
Very fast.
For your own good.
Why do you say that?
People never say these things.
No-one ever dares to say them.
Hello, this is Lou Vallée.
Leave a message. I'll call you back.
I don't get any news, so I've come over.
You've come, because you know he's gone?
Don't be silly.
But you know he's gone?
Have you talked to him since?
You called him?
Look, it's not up to me to...
Why did you argue?
Well, he...
He asked me about a patient.
I don't understand.
He wanted to know why I was seeing him.
A male or female patient?
Male or female patient?
Female.
And?
I didn't tell him, I won't tell you.
He's all adrift, and you're not helping.
It suits you really.
You were waiting for it. Happy now?
Oh, please...
Hello.
I want to contact a student.
- I don't know where she lives. - We can't give out addresses.
If you give me her timetable, I'll wait for her after class.
It's not allowed.
Photocopy my ID if you like.
OK...
- What's her name? - Vallée.
Lou Vallée.
She's in art history.
That course stopped 3 years ago.
Vallée, you said?
Nothing.
Nor in any campus in town.
Jessica, is that you?
It's Paul.
Go away.
Let me in, Lou.
I beg you, go away. Please...
I won't go. Let me in, Lou.
You're sick.
Don't be a child.
You have a fever.
Do you have any medicine?
- You should have a hot drink. - No.
Why do you do all this?
I went to the university.
I can help you if you want.
I want to help you.
I'm sorry.
Sorry for what?
I'm older than you, Paul.
What're you talking about?
It's too late.
I said I wanted to help you.
- Your parents are far... - My parents?
My parents...
I want to give you something.
Then, you'll go.
It belonged to my grandma.
It's all I have of hers.
I keep it with me always.
It's like a part of me.
The part which remained pure.
I'm sure you can...
You're not like the others.
I want to listen to it with you.
Then, you'll go.
You'll go.
What is this place?
You don't know if it's day or night.
Up to you.
Is it serious with the girl?
If I said: "Tomorrow you can do what you like.
All you ever dreamed of
and never could do."
What would you do?
Really want to know?
I'd take Lucie away.
Gentlemen...
No, thanks.
If you ask me, it's because you're asking yourself.
I never dreamed of anything.
That must be the problem.
Life rolled me along, and I let it.
Complaining about your life?
You've been too lucky.
You don't deserve it.
You've become a wrinkled, old spoilt kid
with a withered heart.
You act nice, but you don't think of others.
I have a patient in 10 minutes.
He really needs me.
I love Lucie.
Fuck you!
Paul Natkinson?
It's to ID the body.
Don't touch a thing.
You're a doctor. I expect you're used to it.
Did you have sex with her?
Did you pay her for sex?
We need to understand your relationship.
The only name we found in her things was yours.
With your cellphone number.
She got rid of everything else.
She moved me.
She took me a long way back.
"Back"?
To the beginning.
Before things began.
Life.
Her real name was Sabiah Laraoui.
From the north. Almost the fourth world.
They met at the age of 15 in an orphanage.
You were a perfect target for them.
Middle-aged.
Rich.
Like him.
You were the next.
They noted it all down.
Your addresses, schedule,
habits, tastes.
No.
What world do you live in?
Believe what you like. It's over now.
You came this close.
The contents of her bag.
Recognize any objects that belong to you?
Watch, pen, lighter...
You can't have them tonight.
But it'd help us.
That.
You listened to it?
Songs, music, nothing.
Can I take it?
You can go.
We'll see you in a few days.
We let your wife know.
She's here.
It's up to you what you choose to tell her.
I missed it.
What? Cigarettes?
I missed you, sir.
Stop saying "sir" to me. In 1 month, you'll head the clinic.
In 2 years, you'll replace me.
So, you can call me Paul.
- I'm not sure I... - You can. Try.
I missed you, Paul.
So, I'll live a while longer?
Just like any woman your age.
I shouldn't have burdened you.
Mordechai...
Stania,
Brinia, Stefka...
Viktor,
Schlomo Malek.
And me...
Can I give you a name?
Who's winning?
Your father.
Oh, shit! Game, set
and match.
- No, Gérardwon. - Oh, yes.
Bravo, Gérard.
See that, Lucie?
- See that? - Wonderful.
Wonders never cease!
- See that? - Great.
Bad luck, Dad.
The sun's not there. Where is it?
This summer, a man came 3 times.
He was a dried-out little man with teeth like a rabbit's.
He was so annoying.
He kept trying to catch me out on the Latin names for species,
particularly for maples.
After a while, I'd had enough. I said: "I know your name."
"Oh, really?" he said.
I said: "You're a painibus simplex!"
Everyone laughed. He left me alone and never came back.
Changed your recipe?
No, it's always the same.
- Mathilde taught me. - How is she?
Fine.
- She's out. - Chemistry can do miracles!
- You don't like chemistry? - I do.
Chemical companies make the highest profits.
Even in a slump like now.
It'll save us all.
You never stop!
- Thank you. - Why the long face, Gérard?
- I was thinking of something. - What?
Lucie will know, but I think
we met 34 years ago to the day.
Who?
- Us. - Lucie and you?
No, Lucie, Gérardand me.
On the same day. All 3 of us.
We were interns. Him in psychiatry,
me in general surgery.
At a hazing of first-year students...
- We were drunk, acting smart, old... - Already?
- We saw Lucie. - At the same time.
At the same time. She looked so lost.
Not so lost. I was fine on my own.
- Is it today? - No way?
It's today.
- Let's celebrate. - Champagne!
- More champagne. - It's empty.
That's wonderful.
Could you rustle up a cigar for me?
Me too!
I'm glad to see him back to his old self.
When did I see you in town? In March?
I told Denis I was worried about Paul.
It was a rough patch.
It just went on for a while.
Funny expression, "rough patch", thinking about it.
But you never do think about it.
Like a little poppy...
Come on, Sabiah, sing.
Sing, my darling, sing.
The forget-me-not and the rose
Are flowers which really say something
But to love poppies
And nothing else You have to be an idiot
Maybe you're right Yes but you see
When I tell you You'll understand
The first time I saw her
She was sleeping, half-naked
In the light of summer
In the middle of a field of wheat
And under her white bodice
Where her heart was beating
The sun kindly
Helped a flower grow
Like a little poppy, my dear
Like a little poppy
It's very strange how your eyes shine
Reminding you of the pretty girl
They shine so brightly, it's too much
To explain the poppies
Maybe you're right Yes but you see
When I took her in my arms
She gave me a beautiful smile
Then, without saying a word
In the light of summer
We loved each other
And I pressed so hard
My lips on her heart
That where the kiss was
There was a sort of flower
Like a little poppy, my dear
Like a little poppy
It's nothing but an affair
Your little love story And I swear
It doesn't deserve even a sob
Nor this passion for poppies
Wait for the end, you'll understand
Someone else loved her She didn't love him
And the next day, when I saw her
She was sleeping, half-naked
In the light of summer
In the middle of the field of wheat
But on her white bodice
Where her heart was
There were three drops of blood
Which looked like a flower
Like a little poppy, my dear
A tiny little poppy
Like a little poppy, my dear