音乐之声 The Sound of Music (1965)【完整台词】
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The hills are alive
With the sound of music
With songs they have sung
For a thousand years
The hills fill my heart
With the sound of music
My heart wants to sing
Every song it hears
My heart wants to beat like the wings
Of the birds that rise
From the lake to the trees
My heart wants to sigh
Like a chime that flies
From a church on a breeze
To laugh like a brook
When it trips and falls
Over stones on its way
To sing through the night
Like a lark who is learning to pray
I go to the hills
When my heart is lonely
I know I will hear
What I've heard before
My heart will be blessed
With the sound of music
And I'll sing...
...once more
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
- Reverend Mother.
- Sister Bernice.
- I simply cannot find her.
- Maria?
She's missing again.
We should've put a cowbell
around her neck.
Have you tried the barn? You know
how much she adores the animals.
I have looked everywhere.
In all of the usual places.
Sister, considering it's Maria...
...I suggest you look in someplace
unusual.
Well, Reverend Mother...
...I hope this new infraction ends
whatever doubts...
...you may still have
about Maria's future here.
I always try to keep faith
in my doubts, Sister Berthe.
After all, the wool of a black sheep
is just as warm.
We are not talking about sheep,
black or white, Sister Margaretta.
Of all the candidates for
the novitiate, Maria is the least...
Children, children.
We were speculating about
the qualifications of our postulants.
The Mistress of Novices
and the Mistress of Postulants...
...were trying to help me
by expressing opposite points of view.
Tell me, Sister Catherine,
what do you think of Maria?
She's a wonderful girl,
some of the time.
- Sister Agatha?
- It's very easy to like Maria...
...except when it's difficult.
- And you, Sister Sophia?
- Oh, I love her very dearly.
But she always seems to be
in trouble, doesn't she?
Exactly what I say.
She climbs a tree and scrapes her knee
Her dress has got a tear
She waltzes on her way to Mass
And whistles on the stair
And underneath her wimple
She has curlers in her hair
I've even heard her singing
In the abbey
She's always late for chapel
But her penitence is real
She's always late for everything
Except for every meal
I hate to have to say it
But I very firmly feel
Maria's not an asset to the abbey
I'd like to say a word in her behalf
Say it, Sister Margaretta.
Maria makes me laugh
How do you solve a problem like Maria?
How do you catch a cloud
And pin it down?
How do you find a word
That means Maria?
A flibbertigibbet
- A will-o'-the-wisp
- A clown
Many a thing you know
You'd like to tell her
Many a thing she ought to understand
But how do you make her stay
And listen to all you say?
How do you keep a wave upon the sand?
How do you solve a problem like Maria?
How do you hold a moonbeam...
...in your hand?
When I'm with her I'm confused
Out of focus and bemused
And I never know exactly where I am
- Unpredictable as weather
- She's as flighty as a feather
- She's a darling
- She's a demon
She's a lamb
She'll out pester any pest
Drive a hornet from its nest
She can throw a whirling dervish
Out of whirl
- She is gentle, she is wild
- She's a riddle, she's a child
- She's a headache
- She's an angel
She's a girl
How do you solve a problem like Maria?
How do you catch a cloud
And pin it down?
How do you find a word
That means Maria?
- A flibbertigibbet
- A will-o'-the-wisp
A clown
Many a thing you know
You'd like to tell her
Many a thing she ought to understand
- But how do you make her stay
- And listen to all you say?
How do you keep a wave upon the sand?
How do you solve a problem like Maria?
How do you hold a moonbeam...
...in your hand?
You may go in now, Maria.
Come here, my child.
Now sit down.
Reverend Mother, I'm sorry.
I couldn't help myself.
- The hills were beckoning and before...
- Dear.
I haven't summoned you for apologies.
Please let me ask for forgiveness.
If you'll feel better.
Yes, you see,
the sky was so blue today...
...and everything was so green and
fragrant, I had to be a part of it.
The Untersberg led me higher like
it wanted me to go through the clouds.
Suppose darkness had come
and you were lost?
Mother, I could never be lost
up there.
That's my mountain.
I was brought up on it.
It was the mountain that led me
to you.
When I was a child,
I would come down and climb a tree...
...and look in your garden.
I'd see the sisters at work
and hear them sing.
Which brings me to another
transgression, Reverend Mother.
I was singing out there today.
Only in the abbey do we have rules
about postulants singing.
I can't stop wherever I am.
Worse, I can't seem to stop
With the sound of music
With songs they have sung
For a thousand years
The hills fill my heart
With the sound of music
My heart wants to sing
Every song it hears
My heart wants to beat like the wings
Of the birds that rise
From the lake to the trees
My heart wants to sigh
Like a chime that flies
From a church on a breeze
To laugh like a brook
When it trips and falls
Over stones on its way
To sing through the night
Like a lark who is learning to pray
I go to the hills
When my heart is lonely
I know I will hear
What I've heard before
My heart will be blessed
With the sound of music
And I'll sing...
...once more
Hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah
- Reverend Mother.
- Sister Bernice.
- I simply cannot find her.
- Maria?
She's missing again.
We should've put a cowbell
around her neck.
Have you tried the barn? You know
how much she adores the animals.
I have looked everywhere.
In all of the usual places.
Sister, considering it's Maria...
...I suggest you look in someplace
unusual.
Well, Reverend Mother...
...I hope this new infraction ends
whatever doubts...
...you may still have
about Maria's future here.
I always try to keep faith
in my doubts, Sister Berthe.
After all, the wool of a black sheep
is just as warm.
We are not talking about sheep,
black or white, Sister Margaretta.
Of all the candidates for
the novitiate, Maria is the least...
Children, children.
We were speculating about
the qualifications of our postulants.
The Mistress of Novices
and the Mistress of Postulants...
...were trying to help me
by expressing opposite points of view.
Tell me, Sister Catherine,
what do you think of Maria?
She's a wonderful girl,
some of the time.
- Sister Agatha?
- It's very easy to like Maria...
...except when it's difficult.
- And you, Sister Sophia?
- Oh, I love her very dearly.
But she always seems to be
in trouble, doesn't she?
Exactly what I say.
She climbs a tree and scrapes her knee
Her dress has got a tear
She waltzes on her way to Mass
And whistles on the stair
And underneath her wimple
She has curlers in her hair
I've even heard her singing
In the abbey
She's always late for chapel
But her penitence is real
She's always late for everything
Except for every meal
I hate to have to say it
But I very firmly feel
Maria's not an asset to the abbey
I'd like to say a word in her behalf
Say it, Sister Margaretta.
Maria makes me laugh
How do you solve a problem like Maria?
How do you catch a cloud
And pin it down?
How do you find a word
That means Maria?
A flibbertigibbet
- A will-o'-the-wisp
- A clown
Many a thing you know
You'd like to tell her
Many a thing she ought to understand
But how do you make her stay
And listen to all you say?
How do you keep a wave upon the sand?
How do you solve a problem like Maria?
How do you hold a moonbeam...
...in your hand?
When I'm with her I'm confused
Out of focus and bemused
And I never know exactly where I am
- Unpredictable as weather
- She's as flighty as a feather
- She's a darling
- She's a demon
She's a lamb
She'll out pester any pest
Drive a hornet from its nest
She can throw a whirling dervish
Out of whirl
- She is gentle, she is wild
- She's a riddle, she's a child
- She's a headache
- She's an angel
She's a girl
How do you solve a problem like Maria?
How do you catch a cloud
And pin it down?
How do you find a word
That means Maria?
- A flibbertigibbet
- A will-o'-the-wisp
A clown
Many a thing you know
You'd like to tell her
Many a thing she ought to understand
- But how do you make her stay
- And listen to all you say?
How do you keep a wave upon the sand?
How do you solve a problem like Maria?
How do you hold a moonbeam...
...in your hand?
You may go in now, Maria.
Come here, my child.
Now sit down.
Reverend Mother, I'm sorry.
I couldn't help myself.
- The hills were beckoning and before...
- Dear.
I haven't summoned you for apologies.
Please let me ask for forgiveness.
If you'll feel better.
Yes, you see,
the sky was so blue today...
...and everything was so green and
fragrant, I had to be a part of it.
The Untersberg led me higher like
it wanted me to go through the clouds.
Suppose darkness had come
and you were lost?
Mother, I could never be lost
up there.
That's my mountain.
I was brought up on it.
It was the mountain that led me
to you.
When I was a child,
I would come down and climb a tree...
...and look in your garden.
I'd see the sisters at work
and hear them sing.
Which brings me to another
transgression, Reverend Mother.
I was singing out there today.
Only in the abbey do we have rules
about postulants singing.
I can't stop wherever I am.
Worse, I can't seem to stop
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