Текст и перевод песни Bandabardò - Bambino

Bambino

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

Baby

Eyes beaten, face pale
And cheeks pale
You no longer sleep
You are only a shadow of yourself
Alone in the street you wander like a lost soul
And every night under her window
You can be seen

Run into your mother's arms, (Baby baby)
Don't be a fool, boy (Boy boy)
Tell her the whole truth
(Baby baby)
Because your mother can understand you

And scratch, scratch on your mandolin
My little baby
Your music is prettier
Than all the skies of Italy
And sing, sing in your sweet voice
My little baby
You can sing as much as you want
She doesn't take you seriously

You can smoke cigarettes like a gentleman
Shake your hips on the sidewalk when you watch her
You can tilt your cap over your ear
That's not what will age you in her heart

Run into your mother's arms (Baby baby)
Don't be a fool, boy (Boy boy)
Tell her the whole truth
(Baby baby)
Because your mother can understand you

And scratch, scratch on your mandolin my little baby
Your music is prettier
Than all the skies of Italy
And sing, sing in your sweet voice
My little baby
You can sing as much as you want
She doesn't take you seriously

If you have too many torments (Baby baby)
Don't keep them to yourself (Boy boy)
Go tell your mother (Baby baby)
Mothers are made for that

And there, nestled in the soft shadow of her arms
Cry a good cry and your sorrow will fly away

Run into your mother's arms
Don't be a fool, boy
Tell her the whole truth
Because your mother can understand you

Baby, please don't do like me, your uncle Tony tells you
Babyyyyy
Remember boy