On the horizon,
I see you, and that is the best view for me,
because you are, an anathema to me,
and I am sure that you annoy most people,
because from the grey clouds,
I would if I could run fast enough,
run from you to the other side of the world,
and run rather rapidly,
much more rapidly than I can run from you,
but I do always want to run from you,
because the rain clouds they only depress me,
they truly depress me,
and how they ruin the mood of the day,
and how my heart it sinks, and it drops,
how it sinks and it drops, as if filled with rocks,
and how by God does it so regularly bring such great misery,
such great misery to me,
now, I wish I knew, but the clouds they seem quite proud,
and they grow and they grow, and I shout, and I shout,
and I shout out loud,
I shout out loud,
and I wave my fists in the air in great despair,
and I tell them to leave because I hate them with a passion,
and I would rather worship the sun,
of which I wish, it wasn't so rare,
but, those clouds, those grey sombre clouds,
for them I truly do not care, no for them, I truly do not care,
and that is an understatement,
an understatement of the year,
and at those grey clouds,
at those grey clouds I swear,
I swear without a care, and I complain to the air,
and I complain to the breeze, and I say can you, oh breeze,
please take them elsewhere, because they drive me insane,
and I think that they like it that way,
and I wish of them, I wasn't so aware,
because from them I need a holiday,
but still, they would probably follow me there,
they probably would follow me there.
