The eyes looking down, a sad expression
And pale cheeks
You don't sleep anymore
You're just a shadow of yourself
Alone you're roaming the streets
Like a soul in distress
And every evening 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 act like a lover
And scratch, scratch on your mandolin
My little Bambino
Your music is more beautiful
Than all the sky of Italy
And sing, sing with your affectionate voice
My little Bambino
You may sing as much as you want
She will not take you seriously
You can smoke cigarettes
Like an adult man
You can swing your hips on the sidewalk
When you watch out for her
You can tilt your cap
Over your ear
But that's not what makes you look older
In her heart
Love and jealousy
Are no children's play
And you have your whole life
For suffering like the grown-ups
And scratch, scratch on your mandolin
My little Bambino
Your music is more beautiful
Than all the sky of Italy
And sing, sing with your affectionate voice
My little Bambino
You may sing as much as you want
She will not take you seriously
You may sing as much as you want
She will not take you seriously
You may sing as much as you want