Because the sunshine kid was bright, with a warm personality, And inside he burned savagely Hurt by the words and curses of the shadowy folk who spoke holes in his soul and left cavities, And as his heart hardened, his spark darkened, Every time they called him names it cooled his flames, He thought they might like him if he kept his light dim But they were busy telling lightning she had terrible aim, He couldn’t quite get to grips with what they said, So he let his light be eclipsed by what they said, He fell into a Lone Star State like Texas, And felt like he’d been punched in his solar plexus.
Lo mismo hizo el cielo, con lágrimas evaporadas cuando el sol empezó a llorar. Porque el niño sol era brillante, con una personalidad cálida, Y dentro de él ardía salvajemente. Herido por palabras y maldiciones del pueblo sombrío que agujerearon los rayos en su alma, y marcaron las cavidades. Y como su corazón se endureció, su chispa se oscureció, cada vez que se insultaban, enfriaba sus llamas.