Sam, il ragazzo del West [English translation]

(Sam, Sam, Sam)

The face in the wind, a gun in hand—

you look around with eyes of ice.

You do not feel pain when you look into the sun (Sam, Sam, Sam).

You go faster than even a flash.

If you decide, nobody ever has a chance—

who ever can stop, who can ever crush (Sam, Sam, Sam)?

No one can make a false move.

If he just tries, he gets a bullet between the eyes.

No joke, you don't mess around with (Sam, Sam, Sam).

No joke, you don't mess around with (Sam, Sam, Sam).

Against the light of the sun, of the setting sun (of the setting sun),

the body worn out and tired, tired in the brain (the brain gets tired),

alone at sunset, Sam (Sam goes slow)—

alone at sunset, Sam (Sam goes slow).

Only the sound of footsteps, the rush of the wind (the rush of the wind),

like a border at the end, the end of the world (end of the world),

alone at sunset, Sam (Sam goes slow)—

alone at sunset, Sam (Sam goes slow).

The face in the wind, a gun in hand—

you look around with eyes of ice.

You do not feel pain when you look into the sun (Sam, Sam, Sam).

You go faster than even a flash.

If you decide, nobody ever has a chance—

who ever can stop, who can ever crush (Sam, Sam)?

Who can ever crush (Sam, Sam)?

Who can ever stop (Sam, Sam, Sam)?

• Artist:Nico Fidenco