Куплет
Push harder — I’ll become iron,
Your laughter behind my back is useless to me now.
You whisper in class, cast glances,
Do you think I’ll break? No, you’re in for a disappointment.
I’m a girl, do you hear? But in my heart, there’s no weakness,
A black fury rises inside me.
You mock my pain, run your words over my skin,
But I won’t bend and I won’t grow any younger.
From your mockery, I only grow angrier,
And I will stand until the very last days.
I won’t break under your pressure,
I rise — with silent resistance.
I will stand — you will lie down,
Without pity you will say:
“She won’t back down, she’ll go all the way.”
I won’t break — remember my face.
I don’t need threats to be stronger here,
But if you push me, I’ll respond with even greater pain.
While you were pushing, I was growing in silence,
Now my strength has risen from the ashes.
Let the crowd push, let the whole row laugh,
I’m not your script, I have my own charge.
You expected me to give up, to collapse at close range,
But I don’t break — I’m tearing through again.
Every day is like a round,
Every glance is like a challenge.
But I’m holding on.