[MORITZ]
Awful sweet to be a little b***erfly
Just winging over things and nothing deep inside
Nothing going going wild in you, you know,
You're slowing by the riverside or floating high and blue
Or maybe cool to be a little summer wind
Like once through everything and then away again
With the taste of dust in your mouth all day but no need to know
Like sadness you just sail away
Cause you know,
I don't do sadness not even a little bit
Just don't need it in my life
Don't want any part of it
I don't do sadness,
Hey I've done my time looking back on it all
Then it blows my mind
I don't do sadness, so been there
Don't do sadness, just don't care
[ISLE]
Moritz Stiefle?
[MORITZ]
Ilse? You frightened me.
[ILSE]
What are you looking for?
[MORITZ]
If only I knew.
[ILSE]
Then what's the use in looking? I'm on the way home. Want to come?
[MORITZ]
I don't know.
[ILSE]
God, remember how we used to run back to my house and play pirates? Wendla Bergmen, Melchior Gabor, you, and I.
[ILSE]
Spring and summer every other day
Blue wind gets so sad
Blowin' through the thick corn
Through the bales of hay
Through the open books on the grass
Spring and summer
Sure, when it's autumn
Wind always wants to
Creep up and haunt you
Whistlin' it's got you
With its heartache, with its sorrow
Winter wind sings and it cries
Spring and summer every other day
Blue wind gets so pained
Blowin' through the thick corn
Through the bales of hay
Through the sudden drift of the rain
Spring and summer
[MORITZ]
Actually, I'd better go.
[ILSE]
Walk as far as my house with me.
[MORITZ]
I wish I could.
[ILSE]
Then why don't you?
[MORITZ]
Eighty lines of Virgil, sixteen equations, a paper on the Hapsburgs.
So maybe I should be some kind of laundry line
Hang their things on me and I will swing 'em dry
You just wave in the sun through the afternoon and then see
They come to set you free
Beneath the rising moon
'Cause you know
[BOTH]
Spring and summer every other day
[I don't do sadness]
Blue wind gets so lost
[Not even a little bit]
Blowin' through the thick corn
[Just don't need it in my life]
Through the bales of hay
[Don't want any part of it]
Spring and summer every other day
[I don't do sadness]
Blue wind gets so lost
[Hey, I've done my time, looking back on it all]
Blowin' through the thick corn
[Man, it blows my mind]
Through the bales of hay
[I don't do sadness]
Through the wandering clouds of the dust
[So been there, don't do sadness]
Spring and summer
[Just don't care]
Awful sweet to be a little b***erfly
Just winging over things and nothing deep inside
Nothing going going wild in you, you know,
You're slowing by the riverside or floating high and blue
Or maybe cool to be a little summer wind
Like once through everything and then away again
With the taste of dust in your mouth all day but no need to know
Like sadness you just sail away
Cause you know,
I don't do sadness not even a little bit
Just don't need it in my life
Don't want any part of it
I don't do sadness,
Hey I've done my time looking back on it all
Then it blows my mind
I don't do sadness, so been there
Don't do sadness, just don't care
[ISLE]
Moritz Stiefle?
[MORITZ]
Ilse? You frightened me.
[ILSE]
What are you looking for?
[MORITZ]
If only I knew.
[ILSE]
Then what's the use in looking? I'm on the way home. Want to come?
[MORITZ]
I don't know.
[ILSE]
God, remember how we used to run back to my house and play pirates? Wendla Bergmen, Melchior Gabor, you, and I.
[ILSE]
Spring and summer every other day
Blue wind gets so sad
Blowin' through the thick corn
Through the bales of hay
Through the open books on the grass
Spring and summer
Sure, when it's autumn
Wind always wants to
Creep up and haunt you
Whistlin' it's got you
With its heartache, with its sorrow
Winter wind sings and it cries
Spring and summer every other day
Blue wind gets so pained
Blowin' through the thick corn
Through the bales of hay
Through the sudden drift of the rain
Spring and summer
[MORITZ]
Actually, I'd better go.
[ILSE]
Walk as far as my house with me.
[MORITZ]
I wish I could.
[ILSE]
Then why don't you?
[MORITZ]
Eighty lines of Virgil, sixteen equations, a paper on the Hapsburgs.
So maybe I should be some kind of laundry line
Hang their things on me and I will swing 'em dry
You just wave in the sun through the afternoon and then see
They come to set you free
Beneath the rising moon
'Cause you know
[BOTH]
Spring and summer every other day
[I don't do sadness]
Blue wind gets so lost
[Not even a little bit]
Blowin' through the thick corn
[Just don't need it in my life]
Through the bales of hay
[Don't want any part of it]
Spring and summer every other day
[I don't do sadness]
Blue wind gets so lost
[Hey, I've done my time, looking back on it all]
Blowin' through the thick corn
[Man, it blows my mind]
Through the bales of hay
[I don't do sadness]
Through the wandering clouds of the dust
[So been there, don't do sadness]
Spring and summer
[Just don't care]