Bimba Mia - Franco Califano

Ti ho costruita donna piano piano

sperando di poterti avere sempre,

ti ho coltivata come un tulipano

salvandoti dal freddo di dicembre

E sei cresciuta bella da morire

piena di ingenuit?, d’inibizioni,

virt?

che io dovevo rispettare

invece di cadere in tentazione.

Bimba mia, bimba mia, bimba mia

Forse ho sbagliato a darti troppe cose

ma un uomo innamorato non ragiona

I built you a woman slowly

hoping to always have you,

I grew you like a tulip

saving you from the December cold

And you grew up beautiful as hell

full of ingenuity, of inhibitions,

virt?

that I had to respect

instead of falling into temptation.

My child, my child, my child

Maybe I was wrong to give you too many things

but a man in love does not think