I have only one philosophy
To be accepted as I am
Despite all that is said to me
I remain with my fist raised
For better or for worse
I am mixed race but not a martyr
I move forward with a light heart
But always with my fist raised

Raise my head, puff out my chest
Constantly redoubling my efforts
Life doesn't give me a choice
I am the ace that beats the king
Despite our sorrows, our differences
And all these incessant insults
I will raise my fist
Even higher, even further

Aiming for the moon
Doesn't scare me
Even with wear and tear
I still believe in it, wholeheartedly
Sacrifices
If necessary, I will make them
I have already made some
But always with my fist raised

I am not like all these girls
Who are stared at, who are undressed
I have curves and roundness
It serves to warm hearts
Daughter of a working-class neighborhood
Who has learned to be proud
Much more love than misery
Much more heart than stone

I have only one philosophy
To be accepted as I am
With strength and a smile
Fist raised towards the future
Raise my head, puff out my chest
Constantly redoubling my efforts
Life doesn't give me a choice
I am the ace that beats the king

Aiming for the moon
Doesn't scare me
Even with wear and tear
I still believe in it, wholeheartedly
Sacrifices
If necessary, I will make them
I have already made some
But always with my fist raised

Aiming for the moon
Doesn't scare me
Even with wear and tear
I still believe in it, wholeheartedly
Sacrifices
If necessary, I will make them
I have already made some
But always with my fist raised

Aiming for the moon
Doesn't scare me
Even with wear and tear
I still believe in it, wholeheartedly
Sacrifices
If necessary, I will make them
I have already made some
But always with my fist raised

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