Giovanni, telegrafista - John, the Telegraph Operator

Piripiripiri...Piripiripiri...Piripiripiri...Piripiripiri... Giovanni telegrafista e nulla più Stazioncina povera c'erano piu' alberi e uccelli che persone Ma aveva il cuore urgente anche senza nessuna promozione Battendo, battendo su un tasto solo Piripiri... Elittico da buon telegrafista Tagliando fiori, preposizioni Per accorciar parole, per essere piu' breve Nella necessità, nella necessità Conobbe Alba, un Alba poco alba Neppure mattiniera, anzi mulatta Che un giorno fuggi unico giorno in cui fu mattutina Per andare abitare città grande piena luci gioielli Piripiripiri.... Storia viva e urgente Ah, inutili tanto alfabeto morse in mano Giovanni telegrafista Cercare cercare Alba ogni luogo provvisto telegrafo Ah, quando invecchia com’é morosa urgenza Giovanni telegrafista e nulla piu'... urgente Piripiri... Per le sue mani passò mondo, mondo che lo rese urgente Crittografico, rapido, cifrato Passò prezzo caffé passò matrimonio Edoardo ottavo Oggi duca di Windsor Passarono cavallette in Cina Passò sensazione di una bomba volante Passarono molte cose ma tra l'altro Passò notizia matrimonio Alba con altro Piripiri.... Giovanni telegrafista, quello dal cuore urgente Non disse parola, solo le rondini nere Senza la minima intenzione simbolica Si fermarono sul singhiozzo telegrafico Alba é urgente Piripiri...Piripiri... © 1968 Cassiano Ricardo, Ruggero Jacobbi, Enzo Jannacci "Giovanni telegrafista"

Piripiripiri...Piripiripiri... John the telegraph operator, and nothing more. Poor little station, there were more trees and birds than people. But he had an urgent heart even without any promotion, beating, beating on a single key. Piripiripiri...Piripiripiri... Elliptical like a good telegraph operator, cutting flowers, prepositions, to shorten words, to be more brief out of necessity, out of necessity. He met Alba, an Alba not so white, not even early riser, in fact mulatto, who one day fled, only day it was early morning, to go, to live, big city full lights jewelry. Piripiripiri...Piripiripiri... Story vivid and urgent. Ah, useless so much Morse code in hand John the telegraph operator searching, searching for Alba every place provided telegraph service. Ah when it ages how morose urgency is, John the telegraph operator, and nothing more . . . urgent. Piripiripiri...Piripiripiri... Through his hands passed the world, world he rendered urgent, cryptographic, rapid, encoded. Passed price of coffee, passed wedding Edward VIII, today Duke of Windsor. Passed locusts in China, passed sensation of a flying bomb, passed many things but among others passed wedding announcement Alba with another. Piripiripiri...Piripiripiri... John the telegraph operator, he of the urgent heart, said not a word, only the black swallows without the minimum symbolic intention stopped themselves on the telegraphic hiccup, Alba it’s urgent. Piripiripiri...Piripiripiri... English translation © 2020 Dennis Criteser Vengo anch'io. No, tu no is Jannacci's fourth album, released in 1968. This is the album that launched Jannacci into the top of the charts, leading to television appearances and participation in various festivals. In spite of the album's success, Jannacci spent the next four years establishing himself as a surgeon and cardiologist, with studies in South Africa and the United States - while he first studied music at the Milan Conservatory, he subsequently enrolled at and graduated from the College of Medicine and Surgery at the University of Milan in 1967.