Skromný Mrak

A cloud is only as fluffy as is its most modest dew drop.

Pozor na Mrak

Beware of the cloud,

with its vengeful delight;

beware of the cloud,

that swoops in daylight. 

 

You think you are safe

out taking a stroll,

but the cloud will swoop down

and suck out your soul.

Beware of this cloud,

this terror of skies;

being far from Bohemia,

is very unwise.

You think you are safe,

you think naught will hap;

but you are naive,

'cause life is a trap.

Go back to Bohemia,

go back to your dream;

'cause at least over there

the clouds do not scheme.

Beware of the clouds

that float amongst blue,

'cause even in day time

the clouds will haunt you.

Plovoucí Leguán

Oh Iguana,

what do you see,

floating high above the land,

searching for the sea?

Bohemia isn't far from here,

if you look up to the sky;

but focus only on the earth,

and then you may just cry.

Oh Iguana,

what do you see,

floating high above the land

searching for the sea?

Země Bohémská, Sny Oplývá

In the land of Bohemia, dreams abound.
Awe and wonder, without a sound.

Where stormy skies o'er rolling hills

 meet stoic lakes with battle wills; 

Where poppies pop

and dew drops drop;

Where secrets dwell

but never tell;

Where blue meets green without a pause, 

where Heaven yields to Water's laws;

Where mist and fog roll in at night,

in Bohemia, my dreams take flight.

In the land of Bohemia, dreams abound.
Awe and wonder, without a sound.