Bambina mia
Piccole Ore
My Baby
It's nice to watch
the sun go down,
the sky turning pink,
but tonight
my mind just won't rest.
The old guitar
keeps me company,
but I don't feel like singing.
What a longing!
I wish I could go back to my love.
Oh, oh, oh, oh,
my baby,
my heart is sad
far away from you
and tonight it might just die.
Oh, oh, oh, oh,
Love, love,
listen to my song
that flies in the wind
and tells you I want to come back.
It's nice to watch
the people, the houses,
the lights that are now on,
but tonight
I want a song from my hometown.
The old guitar
softly whispers,
the moon is already showing in the sky.
What a longing!
I wish I could go back to my love.
Oh, oh, oh, oh,
my baby,
my heart is sad
far away from you
and tonight it might just die.
Oh, oh, oh, oh,
Love, love,
listen to my song
that flies in the wind
and tells you I want to come back.
Oh, oh, oh, oh,
Love, love,
listen to my song
that flies in the wind
and tells you I want to come back!
