Why do I even mingle with you - La nùvola

Looking at the lot of you all I can do is ask myself: Why do I even mingle with you? Some of you would look better if they were sat in my office, in handcuffs. And I'm not only talking about a certain circus guy here, just mainly. But I understand this much: Sometimes it's easier to join forces with you. Because sometimes one has to work outside the law. Even in my job one has to violate rights to act right once in a while. When I got that ring with the cloud on it and that title I'm not caring about I grasped the meaning immediately. The drifting cloud, free and only bound by the sky. Saving him from danger, covering him to make sure he won't get harmed. Oh, how often I already had to do that! Vigilantes, huh? Tell me, does anyone of you (except for the circus guy who's still going on about the need to get stronger) even understand how far away from that you already are? I don't want to sound arrogant, or maybe a bit, but what would the fierce storm, the soothing rain, the burning sun, the striking lightning, the elusive mist and even the harmonic sky be without me, the drifting cloud?