Il Suonatore Jones Lyrics in English Fabrizio De André

Picture a dusty summer afternoon: while everyone else complains about drought, our narrator sees the swirling powder and thinks of Jenny’s skirt twirling at a long-ago dance. Il Suonatore Jones celebrates that kind of enchanted gaze, the gift of turning everyday sights into music. Fabrizio De André retells the story of a fiddler who trades plowing fields for plucking strings, convinced that real harvests are made of rhythm and laughter. He spots freedom dozing behind barbed wire in fields ruled by money, yet every note he plays shakes her awake.

As the years spin by, the musician’s land grows wild, his flute eventually snaps, and his voice turns raspy. Even so, he hoards memories instead of regrets. The song reminds us that once people know you can make music, they will ask for it forever—and that is a blessing if you love to be heard. It is an ode to choosing passion over possession, sound over silence, and dancing hearts over tidy crops.