I only have one philosophy:
To be accepted as I am
Despite whatever they me say to me
I keep my fist raised
For the best just as the worst
I am a gypsy but not a martyr
I go forward with a delicate heart,
But always a raised fist
Raise my head, bend my torso
Constantly intensifying efforts
Life didn't leave me a choice
I am the ace who beats the king
Despite our pain, our differences
And all these constant injuries
I will raise my fist
Still higher, still further
Bet away the moon
That doesn't scare me
Or even bother me,
I believe it, again and by heart
Sacrifices
If I have to make them,
I've already made them
But my fist is always raised
Me, I don't like all these girls
That we stare at, that we undress
I like the shapes and curves
They warm up my heart
Sons of a popular area
I learned to be proud
Well more love than misery
Well more heart than stones
I have only one philosophy
to be accepted as I am.
With strength and a smile
My fist raised to the future
Raise my head, bend my torso
Constantly intensifying efforts
Life didn't leave me a choice
I am the ace who beats the king
Bet away the moon,
That doesn't scare me
Or even bother me
I believe it, again and by heart
Sacrifices
If I have to make them,
I've already made them.
But my fist is already raised
Bet away the moon,
That doesn't scare me
Or even bother me
I believe it, again and by heart
Sacrifices
If I have to make them,
I've already made them.
But my fist is already raised
Bet away the moon,
That doesn't scare me
Or even bother me
I believe it, again and by heart
Sacrifices
If I have to make them,
I've already made them.
But my fist is already raised