Andava a Rogoredo - He Went to Rogoredo

Quel che sun' dré a cüntàv l'è 'na storia vera: de vün che 'l è mai sta' bun de di de no. S'eren cunussü visìn a la Breda: le l'era de Ruguréd e lü su no! Un dì lü l'à menada a vedé la Fera: la gh'eva un vestidìn culùr de trasú; disse: "Vorrei un krapfen. Non ci ho moneta!" "Pronti!" G'ha dà dés chili... e l'à vista pü! Andava a Rogoredo e cercava i suoi dané, girava per Rogoredo e 'l vusava 'mè 'n strascé: "No, no, no, no, non mi lasciar, e no, no, no, no, non mi lasciare mai, mai, mai. Triste è un mattin d'aprile senza l'amore: gh'era vegnü anca in ment de 'ndà a negà là duè 'l Navil 'l è pusé negher, duè i barcùn i poden no arivà. E 'l era bel fermòt de giamò 'n quar' d'ura, e l'era passà anca l'ura de 'ndà a timbrà: "Mi credi che ma sa 'n po de pensag sura: 'dès vo a tö i mè des chili... poi si vedrà!" Andava a Rogoredo e cercava i suoi dané, girava per Rogoredo e 'l vusava 'mè 'n strascé: "No, no, no, no, non mi lasciar, no, no, no, no, non mi lasciare mai, mai, mai". No, no, no, no, non mi lasciar, e no, no, no no, non mi lasciare mai, mai, mai". © 1964 Enzo Jannacci

What I’m about to recount to you is a true story: about a guy who was never able to say no. They met near Breda: she was from Rogoredo and he, I don’t know. One day he brought her to see the Fair: she had a dress the color of vomit; she said, “I’d like a donut. I don’t have any money!” “Ready!” He gave her some lira . . . and never saw her again! He went to Rogoredo and searched for his money, he wandered around Rogoredo and shouted like the ragman: “No, no, no, no, don’t leave me, and no, no, no, no, don’t ever leave me, ever, ever.” Sad is an April morning without love: it even came to his mind to go and drown himself there where the Naviglio is blackest, where the barges can’t come. He was unwavering already a quarter hour and the hour had also passed to go and punch in: “I believe that I should think things over: now I’m going to get my lira . . . then we’ll see!” He went to Rogoredo and searched for his money, he wandered around Rogoredo and shouted like the ragman: “No, no, no, no, don’t leave me, no, no, no, no, don’t ever leave me, ever, ever.” “No, no, no, no, don’t leave me, and no, no, no, no, don’t ever leave me, ever, ever.” 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.