english: 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.
non_english: Ako se vratimo do trenutka kad rođen je u maglini, znamo da ga nikada nisu običnim smatrali, Imao je nekakvu auru, Recimo, ne baš kao Midin dodir, Ali čemu god bi se primakao kao da je bronzano postajalo, Da, ovo sunce su jedni voleli više od drugih, Beše to slučaj Josifa, njegovog plašta od snova i braće Jer štrčanje u gomili ima svoje prednosti i mane, A zavist stvara neprijatelje među zasenjenima, Poput Ljudi senka,