[MORITZ]   Awful sweet to be a little butterfly   Just wingin' over things and nothing deep inside   Nothing going, going wild in you, you know   You're slowing by the riverside or floatin' high and blue   Or maybe cool to be a little summer wind   Fly 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   Man, it blows my mind   I don't do sadness      So been there   Don't do sadness   Just don't care      [ILSE]   Moritz Stiefel?      [MORITZ]   Ilse? You frightened me.      [ILSE]   What are you looking for?      [MORITZ]   If only I knew.      [ILSE]   Then what's the use of looking? I'm on the way home. Want to come?      [MORITZ]   I don't know.      [ILSE]   You remember how we used to run back to my house and play pirates? Wendla Bergmann, 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 Habsburgs.      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]