The rebellious and so lost
Like a little machine through the big city
Hurt street, weary street
I know that one day will come
I know that one day my luck will come
One day it'll come to look for me
At the exit a good man
Giving his life and without paying
My heart isn't for rent
Suffered street, street sadness
They call me street, the one with no future
They call me street, the one with no exit
The one of women of the night
Like a little machine through the big city
Street sadness from so much loving
Street sadness from so much loving
Street sadness from so much loving
Street sadness from so much loving
Street sadness from so much loving