Walking in the meadows
Eating the grass
There is a rabbit

With no talent or light

You are not going to last

Living in my footsteps
The rope is getting thinner
And this will be your end


Looking from below
Squeaking with envy

Wishing me to fall
You just can't be quiet


You desire what I have
It's something you can't buy
It takes years to earn it

With work and sacrifice

The rabbit who wanted to be a wolf

Born to be a whistle, don't get to be a horn
The rabbit had to learn the hard way
And now he knows this is my place


The friends of the rabbit
As stubborn as him

They're cut from the same cloth
Like father, like son


Maybe in the end
You'll be a bit smart
And finally realize

Only the strongest prevail

The rabbit who wanted to be a wolf

Born to be a whistle, don't get to be a horn
The rabbit had to learn the hard way
And now he knows this is my place