Bandabardò — Bambino song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Bambino" by Bandabardò.
Lyrics
Les yeux battus la mine triste
Et les joues blêmes
Tu ne dors plus
Tu n’es plus que l’ombre de toi-même
Seul dans la rue tu rôdes comme une âme en peine
Et tous les soirs sous sa fenêtre
On peut te voir
Curre 'mbraccio addu mamma,(Bambino bambino)
Nun fa 'o scemo picceri'…(Guaglio Guaglio)
Dille tutta verita
(Bambino bambino)
Ca mamma te pò capi…
Et gratte, gratte sur ta mandoline
Mon petit Bambino
Ta musique est plus jolie
Que tout le ciel de l’Italie
Et canta, canta de ta voix câline
Mon petit Bambino
Tu peux chanter tant que tu veux
Elle ne te prend pas au sérieux
Tu peux fumer comme un Monsieur des cigarettes
Te déhancher sur le trottoir quand tu la guettes
Tu peux pencher sur ton oreille, ta casquette
Ce n’est pas ça, qui dans son coeur, te vieillira
Curre 'mbraccio addu mamma, (Bambino bambino)
Nun fa 'o scemo picceri'…(Guaglio Guaglio)
Dille tutta verita
(Bambino bambino)
Ca mamma te pò capi…
Et gratte, gratte sur ta mandoline mon petit Bambino
Ta musique est plus jolie
Que tout le ciel de l’Italie
Et canta, canta de ta voix câline
Mon petit Bambino
Tu peux chanter tant que tu veux
Elle ne te prend pas au sérieux
Si tu as trop de tourments. (Bambino bambino)
Ne les garde pas pour toi (Guaglio Guaglio)
Va le dire à ta maman (Bambino bambino)
Les mamans c’est fait pour ça
Et là, blotti dans l’ombre douce de ses bras
Pleure un bon coup et ton chagrin s’envolera
Curre 'mbraccio addu mamma
Nun fa 'o scemo picceri'…
Dille tutta verita
Ca mamma te pò capi…
Bambino, mi raccomando, non fai come faccio io, te lo dice zio Tonino
Bambinooooooo
Mi raccomando Guaglio
(Grazie a Claudia e Lorenzo per questo testo)
Lyrics translation
Eyes beaten the sad look
And blemish cheeks
You don't sleep anymore
You are only the shadow of yourself
Alone in the street you roam like a soul in pain
And every night under his window
We can see you
Curre ' mbraccio addu Mom, (Baby Baby)
Nun fa 'O Fool picceri' ...(Guaglio Guaglio)
Tell her the truth
(Baby baby)
Ca mom te pò capi…
And scratch, scratch on your mandolin
My little Bambino
Your music is prettier
That the whole sky of Italy
And Sing, Sing with your soft voice
My little Bambino
You can sing all you want
She doesn't take you seriously.
You can smoke like a cigarette gentleman
Take off on the sidewalk when you watch her
You can lean on your ear, your cap
It is not that, which in his heart, will age you
Curre ' mbraccio addu Mom, (Baby Baby)
Nun fa 'O Fool picceri' ...(Guaglio Guaglio)
Tell her the truth
(Baby baby)
Ca mom te pò capi…
And scratch, scratch on your mandolin my little Bambino
Your music is prettier
That the whole sky of Italy
And Sing, Sing with your soft voice
My little Bambino
You can sing all you want
She doesn't take you seriously.
If you have too many torments. (Baby baby)
Don't keep them to yourself (Guaglio Guaglio)
Go tell your mom (Bambino bambino)
That's what moms are for.
And there, huddled in the soft shadow of his arms
Cry a good blow and your grief will fly away
Curre ' mbraccio addu mamma
Nun fa 'O Fool picceri'…
Tell her the truth
Ca mom te pò capi…
Baby, I recommend you, don't do as I do, uncle Tonino tells you
Bambinooooooo
I recommend Guaglio
(Thanks to Claudia and Lorenzo for this text)