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They say that woman is the weaker sex
What an absurd lie
I, who am part of the routine of one of them
I know that strength is with them
How strong is the one I know
Her wisdom is priceless
She satisfies my ego by pretending to be submissive
But deep down, she enchants me
When I arrive home at night
I want a woman who is truly mine
But I no longer have the right
Because one child wants breast
The other already demands by his hand
And the other wants bedtime stories
Four men dependent and lacking
In your strength, woman
Woman, woman
From the mud from which you were created
I drank my inspiration to exalt you
In this song
Woman, woman
In the school where you were taught
I never got a perfect score, I am strong
But I don't reach your level