Jannacci’s loves, blossomed among the commuters who commuted between the Milanese suburbs and the factories of the economic miracle, all have a sad epilogue; or if they have a happy one, no one notices, because the “poor christi” are part of the anonymous multitude described in La mia gente: “My people, my people die and no one notices”; characters that “they let them kill themselves behind the chimney”. Evident in this song, and moreover declared, is the debt that Jannacci contracts with Jacques Brel
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Genre pop
La Mia Gente
70 Persone
Il Duomo di Milano