What do you want to be when you grow up?
I wish I could have more than one option
Fighting against a system. I don't want to
But my conditions have bad bews

Our existence carries the weight
Of marginality
Our existence is carrying weight

Don't give up of the fight
We're not in wrong bodies, we're transcending life

When the world opresses us
Let's learn to say no, and then to rise
Against the cistem

When I write
I write in the name of us all
Who once, atleast, left the school for humiliation (humiliation)

Have you ever thought? What will a transchild be when she grows up?

Our existence carries the weight of having only one option (prostitution)
Our existence is carrying weight

Don't give up of the fight
We're not in wrong bodies, we're transcending life

When the world opresses us
Let's learn to say no, and then to rise
Against the cistem

Our existence carries the weight of having only one option
Our existence carries the weight of marginality against the cistem