The sound of music
[Christian]:
The hills are alive with the sound of music…
[Argentinean]
The hills are alive with the sound of music..?
I love it.
[Boys]:
The hills…
Are alive…
With the sound…
Of music…
It fits perfectly.
[Christian]:
…With songs they have sung
For a thousand years…
Freedom, beauty, truth and love
[Christian]:
I’m not sure I can’t write for the Moulin Rouge.
[Toulouse-Lautrec]:
But why not?
[Christian]:
I’m not even sure I am a real bohemian revolutionary!
[Toulouse-Lautrec]:
What? Don’t you believe in beauty?
[Christian]:
Yes…
[Toulouse-Lautrec]:
Freedom?
[Christian]:
Well, of course…
[Toulouse-Lautrec]:
Truth?
[Christian]:
Yes…
[Toulouse-Lautrec]:
Love?
[Christian]:
Love? Love… Above all things I believe in love! Love is like oxygen. Love is a many splendored thing, love lifts us up where we belong, all you need is love!
[Toulouse-Lautrec]:
See? You can’t fool us! You are the voice of The Children of the Revolution.
[Boys]:
We can’t be fooled!
[Christian writes]:
There was a perfect plan — I’d use the auditiond for Satine and I would taste my first glass of absinthe.
The green fairy
[Fairy]:
I’m the Green Fairy
[Fairy and Boys]:
The hills are alive
With the sound of music
(Boys laugh)
[Boys]:
For freedom, beauty, truth and love
[Fairy]:
The Hills are alive
[Fairy Backup]:
With the music
[Boys]:
You won’t fool the children of the revolution
With the sound of music
With the sound of music
No you won’t fool the children of the revolution
[Fairy]:
Ahahahahaha!
[Christian writes]:
We were off for Moulin Rouge and was I to perform my poetry for Satine…