Awful sweet to be a little butterfly
Just winging over things
And nothing deep inside
Nothing going going wild in you
You know
You're slowing by the riverside
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
Moritz Stiefel?
Ilse? You frightened me
What are you looking for?
If only I knew
Then what's the use in looking?
I'm on the way home. Want to come?

I don't know
God, remember how we used to run back to my house and play pirates?
Wendla Bergmann, Melchior Gabor, you, and I
Spring and summer ev'ry 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 ev'ry 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
Actually, I'd better go
Walk as far as my house with me

I wish I could
Then why don't you?
80 lines of virgil, 16 equations, a paper on the Habsburgs
So maybe
I should be some kind of laundry line
Hang there 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 / Spring and summer ev'ry other day
I don't do sadness / Blue wind gets so lost
Not even a little bit
Just don't need it in my life / Blowin' through the thick corn
Don't want any part of it / Through the bales of hay
I don't do sadness / Spring and summer ev'ry other day
Hey I've done my time / Blue wind gets so lost
Looking back on it all / Blowin' through the thick corn
Then 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
Just don't care  / Spring and summer