Sandra, with rusty hair*,
what do you do in front of the mirror?
Sandra, with studs on your clothes,
you have a lump in your throat.
Afternoons soaked by the boredom,
there are no friends during the summer.
Sandra, you're burning the last smile
but Vincenzo won't come.
Sandra, you think about your life
like an enemy
what do you know about a street urchin
100 times more alone than you?
Sandra,
they are all against you
but you have to take wing,
will they ever be able to underestand us?
Sandra,
striving hands, you and me,
we are free.
Sandra,
if Vincenzo will come to you.
Sandra, shaking your fist at the world,
it's almost evening, where are you going?
Sandra, you write on the t-shirt
with the cigarette
what do you know about a street urchin
sad heart dressed up as me.
Sandra,
they are all against you
but you have to take wing,
will they ever be able to underestand us?
Sandra,
striving hands, you and me,
we are free.
Sandra,
if Vincenzo will come to you.
Sandra.
Sandra.