Don't Do Sadness / Blue Wind lyrics

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

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, you 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

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

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 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

(Spring and summer)

I don't do sadness

(every other day)

Not even a little bit

(blue wind gets so lost)

Just don't need it in my life

(Blowing though the thick corn through the bales of hay)

Don't want any part of it

(Spring and summer)

I don't do sadness

(Every other day)

Hey, I've done my time

(Blue wind gets so lost)

Looking back on it all

(Blowing 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