believe us if we told them?
- Told them what?
- Everything.
About Neley, and about Edward,
and Bartholomew.
Only they wouldn't believe us.
And they will never know.
- There was a time when
they knew. - Really?!
You're saying, they knew
everything too?
That Neley is alive, and that
you can fly,
... and understand what dogs
are saying?
Yes, they knew all that and the
language of birds and animals.
In the past.
- Then why did they forget it?
- Because they grew up.
That's sad.
None the less, it is true.
I'm turning off the light.
You are a grown-up too, but you
know it, you haven't forgotten.
Me? I'm not like everyone else.
I m a rare exception. I am
beyond comparison.
I am "Lady Perfection".
All right, a few more minutes,
as an exception.
But on one condition: you will
go to sleep...
... and you will have sweet
dreams.
All that happened many
years ago...
Is stored in our colorful
dreams,
And the magic ring-dance
of those dreams...
Takes grown-ups back into their
childhood.
Dreams, where fairy-tales live
amidst wonders,
Dreams, where you can reach out
and touch the stars,
He, who is a little in his
childhood, is a happy man.
Our childhood is long gone,
the ABC book of our past life
is read to the last page.
Summer, autumn, winter...
Summer, autumn, winter,
And no spring!
But the warmth of that spring,
But the warmth of that spring...
Is cherished in our childish
dreams.
The wonderful country of our
childish dreams...
Everyone needs them when
they grow old.
Only it's sad that when we
grow old...
We don't often see those colorful
dreams.
Dreams, where fairy-tales live
amidst wonders,
Dreams, where you can reach out
and touch the stars,
He, who is a little in his
childhood, is a happy man.
Our childhood is long gone,
the ABC book of our past life
is read to the last page.
Summer, autumn, winter...
Summer, autumn, winter,
And no spring!
But the warmth of that spring,
But the warmth of that spring...
Is cherished in our childish
dreams.
Our childish dreams,
Our childish dreams,
Our childish dreams.
Good evening, Mary Poppins. That
was beautiful singing.
Me?!
I suggest that you wouldn't
forget, I am a decent girl...
and I sing only in the morning!
- Then I must have dreamt it.
I've been wanting to talk to you
all this time, Mary Poppins.
- You're not in a hurry now?
- Indeed I am!
- But it depends on the wind.
- The wind? It is getting cold.
I think it is time that you
moved inside, mister Hey.
Autumn is nearing, tents
catch fire.
I see. So you too think I'm a
useless idler.
On the contrary. I like you,
mister Hey.
You like live music too,
don't you?
- Live music?
- The one you don't turn on.
Oh yes, I see.
However some of your songs
are... how should I put it?
But I hate to see how some folks
live on Cherry Street,
... and I tell about it in
my songs.
Did it ever occur to you,
mister Hey,..
that at times people come to
understand it themselves?
Yes. But what should I do then?
Maybe, It's time I started
doing something indeed?
I have to go too!
Good bye, and don't forget what
I said about your nephews.
Do something! Do something!
Do something! That's it!
Why didn't it ever occur to me?
You are damn right, Mary!
Only how do you do it?
It's a pity you won't see how I
get into this car...
... and dump it in the nearest
ditch, the damned gravedigger!
No, that's not it.
Only he who acts,
accomplishes things!
No, that's not it again.
What a pity you won't see this,
Mary. I think I won't either.
Have they come?
They're here! Pipe all hands
off deck!
Full submersion!
Full submersion! They're here!
They've come, my beauties!
God damn my spleen!
Post 107 reporting a fire at 17,
On Cherry St.! On the double!
I knew it from the beginning,
just like Astute Bill!
Post 107 reporting. There's a
fire at 17, Cherry Street!
Mister Banks found an oil
deposit! Batten down the hatch!
Calm down, the