I have but one philosophy
Being accepted the way I am
Despite of all they tell me
I keep my fist raised
For better or for worse
I am a mixed-race woman but not a martyr
I move forwards with a light heart
And always raising my fist
Lifting my head, bulging my chest
Without stopping intensifying my efforts
Life does not leave me a choice about it
I am the ace that beats the king
Despite our pains, our differences
All the ceaseless insults
Me, I will raise my fist
Again, even higher, again, even farther
(chorus)
Aim at the moon
It does not scare me
Even with time
I still believe in it wholeheartedly
The sacrifices
If I have to, I will make
I have already made several
But always raising my fist
I am not like all those girls
They stare at and undress
I, I have the shape and the curves
It is used to warm the hearts
Girl from a working-class area
I have learnt to be proud of it
More love than misery
More heart than wars
I have but one philosophy
Being accepted the way I am
With strength and smile
Raising my fist toward the future
Lifting my head, bulging my chest
Without stopping intensifying my efforts
Life does not leave me a choice about it
I am the ace that beats the king