You talk too loud, like you own the street,

But your words fall flat, just cheap repeat.

"Ħares lejja," you think I’ll obey,

Le, I rise up, I don’t play that way.

You call me "sweetheart," I call you blind,

Respect ain’t a gift, it’s something you find.

"Ħallini waħda," let me breathe,

My fire’s alive, and I won’t leave.

We’re not your shadows, we’re not your toys,

Issa sma’ – stupid boys.

Stupid boys need a lesson, hear me clear,

Don’t mess with our dreams, we’re driving from here.

"Qawwa fil-qalb," we break all the chains,

We rise in the storm, we dance in the flames.

You roll your eyes when we take the lead,

But power in my hands is what I bleed.

"Ma nħallix," I won’t step aside,

I’m bold, I’m strong, I wear my pride.

No shrinking down, no quiet tones,

Our voices shake your fragile thrones.

"Inti tibża’," but that’s your fight,

We’re chasing dreams, we own the night.

We’re not your shadows, we’re not your toys,

Issa sma’ – stupid boys.

Stupid boys need a lesson, hear me clear,

Don’t mess with our dreams, we’re driving from here.

"Qawwa fil-qalb," we break all the chains,

We rise in the storm, we dance in the flames.

You think control is what makes you strong,

But listen up — you’ve been wrong all along.

"Din hi l-verità," we don’t need permission,

We build our world, we own the vision.

Stupid boys need a lesson, loud and true,

Don’t mess with our dreams, we’re coming through.

"Qawwa fil-qalb," it’s ours to claim,

We rise together, remember our name.