POPULAR

In this school there is no more popular
No one judges you when you shine
There is no hierarchy to speak
Pure original race

Dad taught me to fight
He told me that injustice has to be paid
He gave me wings to fly
He said: Take care of them well, they can break

Mom taught me to sing
From the highest to the lowest, never ending
Never fail
I will never stop

In this school there is no more popular
No one judges you when you shine
There is no hierarchy to speak
Pure original race

In this school there is no more popular

And at least I'm not alone
I don't follow the protocol
But I don't have everything
I don't have everything

But I'm not just another needle in the haystack
In the waves of music
I'm not looking to surf
I already have my place

Firm ground and not in the sea
This is familiar, not bad
A bit radical, informal

Nothing special
I just listen to music to have a good time
There's nothing wrong with feeling a little good

From laughter to laughter the song hits me
Sweet imagination
Nothing in comparison
What is this feeling

It's a sweet tremor
It's ordering champagne at 32
It's a blessing
It's a new edition of me
Of me

In this school there is no more popular
No one judges you when you shine
There is no hierarchy to speak
Pure original race