The eyes cast to the ground, a sad expression
and pale cheeks
You don't sleep anymore
You're just a shadow of your former self
Alone you're roaming the streets like a soul in distress
And every night beneath her window
One can see you
I know that you adore her
And that she's got pretty eyes
But you're still too young
To be playing a pair of lovers
And play, play on your madoline
My little Bambino
Your music is more beautiful
Than the whole sky of Italy
And sing, sing with your affectionate voice
My little Bambino
You can sing as much as you want
She will never take you seriously
With your blond hair
Your face resembles a cherub
You should rather play football
Like all the other boys
You can smoke cigarettes like an adult man
You can wiggle your hips on the sidewalk when you watch out for her
You can tilt your cap over your ear
But all that will not make you look older in her heart
Love and jealousy are no games for children
You still have your whole to suffer like the grown-ups
And play, play on your madoline
My little Bambino
Your music is more beautiful
Than the entire sky of Italy
And sing, sing with your affectionate voice
My little Bambino
You can sing as much as you want
She will never take you seriously
If there are too many things that trouble you
Don't keep them to yourself
Go and tell them to your mum
Because that's what mothers are for