Baby, Baby don't cry, Baby

With tired eyes, a sad look
and pale cheeks
You no longer sleep
You are just a shadow of yourself
Alone in the street, you wander like a lost soul
And every evening under her window
one can see you

I know well that you adore her
And that she has pretty eyes
But you are still too young
To play the lover

And strum, strum on your mandolin
my little Baby
Your music is prettier
than all the sky of Italy
And sing, sing with your sweet voice
my little Baby
You can sing as much as you want
She doesn't take you seriously
With your hair so blond
You look like a cherub

Go play ball instead
Like all the kids do

You can smoke cigarettes like a gentleman
Sway on the sidewalk when you watch for her
You can tilt your cap on your ear
That won't make you older in her heart
Love and jealousy are not children's games
And you have your whole life to suffer like the grown-ups

And strum, strum on your mandolin my little Baby
Your music is prettier
than all the sky of Italy
And sing, sing with 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 troubles
don't keep them to yourself
Go tell your mom
moms are made for that

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

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