Bimba, Bimba, Non Piangere
Luciano Pavarotti
Cry, Baby, Cry
Cry, baby, cry
For the croaking of frogs
So far away
Hey! Cio-cio-san!
Covering her ears, not to hear the screams
They still shout!
Chasing after her
Your whole tribe and all the Bonzes of Japan
Are not worth the tears of those dear and beautiful eyes
Smiling childishly Really?
The evening is starting to fall
I don't cry anymore
And I almost don't feel the rejection
For your words
That sound so sweet in my heart
She bends down to kiss Pinkerton's hand
Gently preventing
What are you doing?
Your hand?
They told me that down there
Among the customary people
This is a sign of the greatest respect
Internally, grumbling
And Izaghi and Izanami
Sarundasico, and Kami
And Izaghi and Izanami
Sarundasico, and Kami
Surprised by such a deaf whisper
Who is grumbling up there?
It's Suzuki saying his evening prayer
