All these hallway whispers
Saying black or white, so
Is it the name or the skin
Under the weight of this nonsense
Whatever they say, whatever they say
That some people knock down
Being born of their mothers
Under the weight of this nonsense
I'm a woman of bright colors
I'm a woman of bright colors
When the sky's so beautiful
Fly toward other tomorrows
You, the disappointing ones
That it brings you back to us
I'm a woman of bright colors
I'm a woman of bright colors
I leave those bourgeois tales to time
From jumping into the fray
Everybody does their best
I'm a woman of bright colors
I'm a woman of bright colors
I'm a woman of bright colors