Ti te sé no - You Don't Know

Ti , te sé no perchè ti vett minga in gir che per faa la spesa per mi; perchè i ghe voeur mess'ura, e a 'rivà giò in piazza del Domm i ghe veuren dù tramm... ma mi, quand'ènn vott ur, torni a cà de bottega; nascondi la cartèla cunt denter li mee strasc, me l'lasci la giacchetta come te me dis ti, camini per Milann: me par de vèss un sciur! Ti, te sé no: i gh'e tanto otomobil de tucc i culùr, de tucc i grandesc' lìè pien de lüs, che el par d'ess a Natal, e süra, il ciel pien de bigliett de milla... Che bel ch'el ga de vèss èss sciuri, cunt la radio noeuva e, nell'armadio, la torta per i fieu che vegn'in cà de scola... e tocca dargli i vizi: "...per ti, un'altra vestina! A ti, te cumpri i scarp!..." Ti, te sé no... ma quest chi l'è on parlà de stüpid: l'è bún dumaa de tirà ciucch! Ti, te sé no... ma quand mi te caressi la tua bèla faccetta piscinètta, me par me par de vèss un sciúr; un sciúr ch'el gh'ha la radio noeuva e, nell'armadio, la torta per i fieu che vegn'in cà de scola... e tocca dargli i vizi: "...per ti, un'altra vestina! A ti, te cumpri i scarp!..." La, la, la, laaa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, laaa... Ti te sé no © 1964 Enzo Jannacci

You don’t know because you don’t go out except to shop for me; because it takes half an hour, and to arrive down in Piazza del Duomo it takes two trams . . . But I, when 8 o’clock arrives, I return home from work; I hide the bag with my ragged duds inside, I fasten my jacket like you told me to, I walk through Milan, I seem to be a gentleman! You don’t know: there are so many autos of all colors, of all sizes; it’s so full of lights that it seems to be Christmas, and above, the sky full of thousand-lira bills . . . How wonderful to have to be, to be gentlemen, with the new radio and, in the closet, the pie for the kids who come home from school . . . and it’s necessary to spoil them: “For you another suit! For you I’m buying shoes!” You don’t know . . . but this is a foolish discussion: it’s good only for getting drunk! You don’t know . . . but when I hug you, your beautiful face so clean, I seem, I seem to be a gentleman; a gentleman who has the new radio and, in the closet, the pie for the kids, who come home from school . . . it’s necessary to spoil them: “For you another suit! For you I’m buying shoes!” La, la, la, laaa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, laaa... 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.