[MORITZ]
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
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
Man, it blows my mind
I don't do sadness
So been there
Don't do sadness
Just don't care.
[ILSE, spoken]
Moritz Stiefel?
[MORITZ, spoken]
Ilse? You frightened me.
[ILSE, spoken]
What are you looking for?
[MORITZ, spoken]
If only I knew.
[ILSE, spoken]
Then what's the use in looking? I'm on the way home. Want to come?
[MORITZ, spoken]
I don't know
[ILSE, spoken]
God, you remember how we used to run back to my house and play pirates? Wendla Bergmann, Melchior Gabor, you, and I?
(sung)
Spring and summer ev'ry other day
Blue wind gets so sad
Blowing 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
Whistling 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
Blowing through the thick corn
Through the bales of hay
Through the sudden drift of the rain
Spring and summer.
[MORITZ, spoken]
Actually, I'd better go.
[ILSE, spoken]
Walk as far as my house with me.
[MORITZ, spoken]
I wish I could.
[ILSE, spoken]
Then why don't you?
[MORITZ, spoken]
80 lines of virgil, 16 equations, a paper on the Habsburgs.
(sung)
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.
[MORITZ]
'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]
Spring and summer
Ev'ry other day
Blue wind gets so lost
Blowin' through the thick corn
Through the bales of hay
Spring and summer ev'ry other day
Blue wind gets so lost.
Blowin' through the thick corn
Through the bales of hay
Through the wandering
Clouds of the dust
Spring and summer.
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