[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
 then it blows my mind,
 I don't do sadness
 so been there.
 Don't do sadness
 just don't care.

 SPOKEN:

 [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 of looking?
 I'm on the way home. Want [bad word] 

 [MORITZ]
 I don't know.

 [ILSE]
 God, you remember how we used [bad word] back to my house and play pirates?
 Vend Le Bergman, Wendla Bergmen, Melchior Gabor, you, and I?

 SUNG:
 [ILSE]
 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.

 SPOKEN:
 [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]
 80 lines of Virgil, 16 equations, a paper on the Hapsburgs.

 SUNG:
 [MORITZ]
 So maybe
 I should be some kind of laundry line.
 Hang their things on me
 And I will swing 'em dry.
 You're just wavin' the sun
 Through the afternoon
 And then see
 [bad word] to set you free
 Beneath the rising moon

 SUNG IN COUNTERPART:
 [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
 Then 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

//

[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