Quella cosa in Lombardia - That Thing in Lombardy

Sia ben chiaro che non penso alla casetta Due locali più servizi Tante rate pochi vizi Che verrà, quando verrà Penso invece a questo nostro pomeriggio di domenica Di famiglie cadenti come foglie Di figlie senza voglie Di voglie senza sbagli Di mille e cento ferme sulla via Coi vetri appannati di bugie E di fiati lungo i fossati Della periferia.. Caro, dove si andrà, diciamo così, a fare l'amore Non ho detto andiamo a passeggiare E nemmeno a scambiarci qualche bacio Caro, dove si andrà Diciamo così, a fare l'amore Dico proprio quella cosa che tu sai E che a te piace credo quanto a me Vanno a coppie i nostri simili quest'oggi Nelle scale per l'odore di penosi alberghi a ore Anche ciò si chiama amore Certo è amore quella fretta, tutta fibbie, lacci e brividi Nella nebbia gelata tra l'erbetta Un occhio alla lambretta L'orecchio a quei rintocchi Che suonano da un borgo la novena E una radio lontana Dà alle nostre due vite I risultati delle ultime partite Caro, dove si andrà, diciamo così, a fare l'amore Non ho detto andiamo a passeggiare E nemmeno a scambiarci qualche bacio Caro, dove si andrà Diciamo così, a fare l'amore Dico proprio quella cosa che tu sai E che a te piace credo quanto a me © 1960 Franco Fortini & Fiorenzo Carpi

It’s quite clear I’m not thinking of the little house, two rooms plus amenities, so many installments, few vices, what will come, when it will come. I’m thinking instead of this Sunday afternoon of ours, of families falling like leaves, of daughters without desires, of desires without mistakes, of a thousand and one hundred stops on the road, with the windows clouded by lies, and of breaths along the ditches on the outskirts of town . . . Sweetheart, where to go, let’s say it, to make love? I didn’t say let’s go for a walk, nor to trade a few kisses. Sweetheart, where to go, let’s just say it, to make love? I speak of that very thing that you know and that you like, I believe, as much as I do. They go in couples, ones like us this day, in the stairwell for the smell of pathetic dive hotels. Even so, it’s called love. Certainly it’s love, that haste, all buckles, laces, and goosebumps, in the freezing fog by the grass, one eye on the Lambretta, one ear on those chimes that sound the Novena from a suburb. And a distant radio gives to our two lives the results of the latest matches. Sweetheart, where to go, let’s say it, to make love? I didn’t say let’s go for a walk, nor to trade a few kisses. Sweetheart, where to go, let’s just say it, to make love? I speak of that very thing that you know and that you like, I believe, as much as I do. English translation © 2020 Dennis Criteser La milano di Enzo Jannacci was released in 1964. Most of the songs are in the local dialect of Milan. Jannacci studied music at the Milan Conservatory, and he subsequently fell in love with jazz, and played piano with Stan Getz, Gerry Mulligan, and Chet Baker. He also was part of the early rock 'n' roll scene in Italy, playing in Adriano Celentano's Rock Boys in 1957 and then forming his own duo with Giorgio Gaber in 1959, I Due Corsari. He really found his artistic voice when he started performing at the famed Derby Club in Milan in 1963, collaborating with others (like Dario Fo) in a very vibrant and diverse creative scene. This first album, reflecting cabaret and French chanson influences, is a real gem and was followed by a couple dozen more over the subsequent decades.