If we go back to when he was born in a nebula, We know that he never was thought of as regular, Because he had a flair about him, To say the Midas touch is wrong But all he went near seemed to turn a little bronze, Yes this sun was loved by some more than others, It was a case of Joseph and his dreamcoat and his brothers Because standing out from the crowd had its pros and its cons, And jealousy created enemies in those he outshone Such as the Shadow People.
Dacă ne-ntoarcem în nebuloasă, la nașterea sa, Știm că n-a fost nicicând obișnuit, Avea o strălucire, un licărit, Nu era a lui Midas, atingerea, Dar totul în jur devenea bronz, oriunde mergea. Da, soarele era iubit, de unii mai mult, de alții puțin, Ca Joseph cu frații lui și haina colorată, Să ieși în evidență aduce și bune și rele odată, Iar gelozia creează inamici din cei umbriți Cum sunt Oamenii Umbrei.