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.
