i love this song! bambino! anyway here is a translation to english for all of you who don't know french :P
Beaten eyes, a sad expression
and pale cheeks
You don't sleep any more
You are just a shadow of yourself
Only in the street you roam
Like a heart in sorrow
And every evening beneath the window
you can be seen
I know well that you adore her
(Bambino, Bambino)
And that she has pretty eyes
(Bambino, Bambino)
But you are still too young
(Bambino, Bambino)
To play at lovers
(Bambino, Bambino)
And pluck, pluck on your mandolin
my little Bambino
Your music is prettier
than all the Italian sky
And sing, sing your tender voice
my little Bambino
You can sing all you want
She won't take you seriously
You can smoke like a cigarette man
Sway your hips on the pavement as you watch out
You can tilt your cap over your ear,
It's not that, which in its heart, will age you
Love and jealousy are not childs play
And you have all your life to suffer like grown ups
And pluck, pluck on your mandolin
my little Bambino
Your music is prettier
than all the Italian sky
And sing, sing your tender voice
my little Bambino
You can sing all you want
She won't take you seriously
i love this song! bambino! anyway here is a translation to english for all of you who don't know french :P
Beaten eyes, a sad expression and pale cheeks You don't sleep any more You are just a shadow of yourself Only in the street you roam Like a heart in sorrow And every evening beneath the window you can be seen
I know well that you adore her (Bambino, Bambino) And that she has pretty eyes (Bambino, Bambino) But you are still too young (Bambino, Bambino) To play at lovers (Bambino, Bambino)
And pluck, pluck on your mandolin my little Bambino Your music is prettier than all the Italian sky And sing, sing your tender voice my little Bambino You can sing all you want She won't take you seriously
You can smoke like a cigarette man Sway your hips on the pavement as you watch out You can tilt your cap over your ear, It's not that, which in its heart, will age you Love and jealousy are not childs play And you have all your life to suffer like grown ups
And pluck, pluck on your mandolin my little Bambino Your music is prettier than all the Italian sky And sing, sing your tender voice my little Bambino You can sing all you want She won't take you seriously