[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 (?).

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]