Мы часто боимся говорить и делать то чего на самом деле хотим, потому что боимся...
You try your best but it's not quite there
You kick a hoof and say it's just not fair
A simple mare living simple dreams
A rumour that's not quite as it seems

Carrot top, go beyond us
You're a late star, time to fool us
Keep your friends close, they're what drive you
To the cosmos that describes you

Brighter than tonights sunset
Can't mistake your silhouette
Not a sound nor voice nearby
Your mane illuminates this gloomy sky