:02:09
The puffballs!
:02:12
When the puffballs come,
cold winter's almost gone.
:02:24
When the puffballs soar,
then winter's no more.
:02:29
I've got the best one!
:02:32
Ciccio, let's go to the seashore.
:02:50
In our town, the puffballs
and spring arrive together.
:02:57
These are puffballs that are
drifting around.
:03:03
Soaring over the cemetery,
where all rest in peace...
:03:07
Soaring over the beach-front
and over the Germans, just arrived,
:03:13
who don't feel the cold...
:03:16
Drifting, drifting...
:03:18
Swirling...
:03:20
Swirling... swirling...
:03:24
Drifting, drifting, drifting!
:03:28
I'm the last of fourteen children
:03:31
by then my father had had enough,
so he called me "Definitivo."
:03:36
Had he had enough sooner, there'd
have been one less chatterer.
:03:40
Good evening.
:03:42
See you in the square.
:03:47
I've come for my sister. Is it
too early? -Your sister's here!
:03:51
Fiorella, I've finished, come in!
:03:54
I better calm you down,
you horny beast. What a body!
:03:57
The bonfire's bigger this year
than it was last year.