Paroles de Don't do sadness

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 may be 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

Cuz 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
Lookin' 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

(dialogue)
Ilse: moritz stiefel?
Moritz: ilse? you frightened me
I: what are you looking for?
M: if only i knew
I: then what's the use of looking?
I: i'm on the way home, want to come?
M: i don't know
I: god, you remember how we used to run back
I: to my house and play pirates?
I: wendla bergman, melchior gabor, you and i?

Ilse:
Spring and summer
Every 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
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
Blowing through the thick corn
Through the bales of hay
Through the sudden drift of the rain
Spring and summer

(dialogue)
M: actually, i better go
I: walk as far as my house with me
M: i wish i could
I: then why don't you?
M: eighty lines of virgil, sixteen equations, a paper on the hapsburgs

Moritz:
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

Cuz 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
(blowin' through 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)
Lookin' back on it all and it blows my mind
(blowin' through the thick corn, through the bales of hay)

I don't do sadness
(the wandering clouds of the dust)
So been there, don't do sadness
(spring and summer)
Just don't care