Nobody can stop you from yeanring
Even if your dreams are fulfilled
When you have a lot you want even more
O my Mama (Mother) often I remeber your song
Buona buona notte bambino mio (a very good night my little child)
You cannot have everything
that you want
Bouona buona notte
Go to sleep my boy
You will always carry the longing/yearning in your heart
Those were the words my mother used to sing to me in the evenings
When I wanted to see all the stars from the litte window
From my bed and could not sleep
Wanderlust* made me leave my home
And when I was gone homesickness found me
Yes the yearning stayed with me
Oh my mother, nowadays I understand you
Buona buona notte bambino mio (a very good night my little child)
You cannot have everything
that you want
Bouona buona notte
Go to sleep my boy
You will always carry the longing/yearning in your heart