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Rating: The album in question is, in my humble opinion, the best by the well-known Milanese singer-songwriter. Although not heavily advertised, it contains beautiful songs that could have become classics of Italian pop music if the album had been adequately promoted by the media, which, unfortunately, often play a decisive role (for example, they have touted tedious songs like "Caruso" by Dalla as masterpieces...).
Among the various tracks, I must highlight the beautiful "A un passo dalle nuvole" (a song that speaks about love as the main vital stimulus at any age), and the equally valid "Morirò d'amore" which addresses the psychological aspects of the aforementioned feeling. Also noteworthy is the title track of the album, a fun "march" with accordion and clarinet prominently featured, in which the singer-songwriter explains where he draws inspiration from. Additionally, there is the playful "Il matrimonio di Maria" (the marriage of the aforementioned seen through the eyes of a guest who has always harbored feelings for the bride) and another beautiful love song, "Uccidimi" in which, in a somewhat visionary perspective, the author donates his organs to his beloved for her protection. Even the remaining songs achieve full marks. Warm and essential songs, crafted with care and showcasing classical instruments (without the unnecessary "flourishes" of modern songs that are often, not to say always, soulless). Highly recommended for those who love classic Italian singer-songwriter music.
Enrico Ruggeri, a talented and particularly intelligent singer-songwriter, capable of writing beautiful songs consistently over time, which is no easy feat (consider, for example, the clear downward trajectory of Dalla and Daniele over the years). The best songs, according to the writer, are the lesser-known ones (Il Natale dei ricordi, I dubbi dell'amore, Perduto amore, La vie en Rouge, Gimondi e il cannibale, Prima del temporale, Non finirà, for example). He is often undeservedly remembered for songs that are not particularly beautiful such as Mistero (banal and simply ugly), Peter Pan (saccharine), Il mare d'inverno (overrated), Quello che le donne non dicono (boring). The only three well-known and very beautiful songs can be identified in Il portiere di notte, in Polvere and in the splendid "decibelliana" Vivo da re. He could have achieved more from his career but was too generous, incapable of being calculating. He was indeed always on tour for years and practically released an album a year. He never kept his audience waiting (which often, as we know, matters). He always thought about his audience and certainly must have had a lot of fun. He was also penalized by his physiognomy. Unfortunately, to be a great singer-songwriter, you need to look like a singer-songwriter, which means you need to have a certain sobriety in appearance (Guccini, the early Dalla, De Gregori, De Andrè). It's clear that if Grignani had written the same songs as Battisti, he would not have achieved the same success. Ruggeri does not look like a singer-songwriter but has a somewhat "smart" and somewhat irritating appearance (even though he is a very approachable person and not at all snobbish) of someone who has always had a good time. Even the pirate earring (often prominently featured in photos and still proudly worn despite being over 50) clashes a bit. Even in this case, the earring fits well on some faces and becomes part of the character (the early Dalla, for example), whereas in Ruggeri's case, it's a bit detrimental to credibility. Still, truly great. Go Rouge.Tracklist and Lyrics
14 Primavera a Sarajevo (03:44)
La balalajka, la balalajka
dentro alle case mutilate dalla faida.
Ancora suona la balalajka,
lungo i giardini tra le croci e le moschee.
Il fiume va più nero della sera,
oltre la torre e l'universita.
C'è sopra il ponte una bandiera
che sta sventolando ancora.
Qui c'è ancora la città,
qui c'è la gente dentro ai bar.
Il cielo è sopra la città
e ci nasconde, ci confonde e cambia.
Qui c'è tutta la città:
la mia.
E' primavera, è primavera,
amore aspettami che c'è una vita intera.
C'è ancora sole a primavera,
ti porto sopra la collina e tu verrai.
Sopra Dobrinja, dopo Nedzarici,
ci sono fiori dedicati a noi.
Ho l'indirizzo degli amici;
li potrai vedere ancora.
Qui c'è ancora la città,
qui c'è la gente dentro ai bar.
Il cielo è sopra la città
e ci difende e sempre ci accompagna.
Qui c'è tutta la città:
la mia.
Oh balalajka, oh balalajka,
non c'è più neve e brilla tutta la Bascarija.
Ancora suona la balalajka,
il mio futuro voglio regalare a te.
A te che sei la vita che volevo,
perchè la vita è il sogno che farai.
Sale la luna a Sarajevo,
che ci sta aspettando ancora.
Qui c'è ancora la città,
qui c'è la gente dentro ai bar.
Il cielo è sopra la città
e ci difende e sempre ci accompagna.
Qui c'è ancora la città,
qui c'è la gente dentro ai bar.
Il cielo è sopra la città:
la mia
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