Bambino

Bambino, Bambino... Don't cry Bambino

With tired eyes, a sad face, and pale cheeks
You can't sleep, you're just a shadow of yourself
Alone in the street, you wander like a lost soul
And every evening under her window, you can be seen

I know you adore her and she has pretty eyes
But you're still too young... to play at being in love
And strum, strum on your mandolin
My little Bambino
Your music is lovelier
Than all the sky of Italy
And sing, sing with your tender voice
My little Bambino
You can sing as much as you want
She doesn't take you seriously

With your hair so blond... You look like a cherub
Go play with a ball instead... Like all kids do

You can smoke cigarettes like a gentleman
Sway on the sidewalk as you watch her
You can tilt your cap over your ear
That won't make you any older in her heart
Love and jealousy... Aren't child's play
And you have your whole life... To suffer like adults do

And strum, strum on your mandolin
My little Bambino
Your music is lovelier than all the sky of Italy
And sing, sing with your tender voice
My little Bambino
You can sing as much as you want
She doesn't take you seriously

If you have too many troubles... Don't keep them to yourself
Go tell your mom... Moms are there for that
And there, nestled in the soft shadow of her arms
Cry a good cry
And your sorrow will fly away