Guaglione
Renato Carosone
Young Boy
You're always here, standing here,
In the middle of this street,
No more eating, no more sleeping,
What a mess!
Hey boy, who comes to say this jealousy?
You want to suffer,
You want to die,
Who makes you do it.
Run to your mom's arms,
Don't act foolish, boy.
Tell her the whole truth
'Cause mom can understand you.
And you walk and stroll under this balcony
But you're a young boy.
You don't know women,
You're still so young!
You're a young boy. What got into you?
Go play with the ball.
What do these tears mean?
Go away, don't make me laugh.
Run to your mom's arms,
Don't act foolish, boy.
Tell her the whole truth
'Cause mom can understand you.
And you walk and stroll under this balcony,
But you're a young boy.
You don't know women,
You're still so young!
You're a young boy. What got into you?
Go play with the ball.
What do these tears mean?
Go away, don't make me laugh.
Run to your mom's arms,
Don't act foolish, boy.
Tell her the whole truth
'Cause mom can understand you.
