Mal D'Africa - ALICE

Dopo pranzo

Si andava a riposare

Cullati dalle zanzariere

E dai rumori di cucina

Dalle finestre un po' socchiuse

Spiragli contro il soffitto

E qualche cosa di astratto

Si impossessava di me

Sentivo parlare piano

Per non disturbare

Ed era come un mal d’Africa, mal d’Africa

Saturday night I’m dreamer

I can’t live without you on my own

Lies a photograph

Please come back and stand by me

Con le sedie

Seduti per la strada

Pantaloncini e canottiera

Col caldo che faceva

Da una finestra di ringhiera

Mio padre si pettinava

L’odore di brillantina

Si impossessava di me

Piacere di stare insieme

Solo per criticare

Ed era come un mal d’Africa, mal d’Africa

Saturday night I’m dreamer

I can’t live without you on my own

Lies a photograph

Please come back and stand by me

After lunch

She was going to rest

Lulled by mosquito nets

And from the noises of the kitchen

From the slightly ajar windows

Glimpses against the ceiling

And something abstract

She took possession of me

I heard speaking softly

Not to disturb

And it was like a sickness of Africa, a sickness of Africa

Saturday night I'm a dreamer

I can't live without you on my own

Lies a photograph

Please come back and stand by me

With chairs

Sitting on the street

Shorts and tank top

With the heat she was doing

From a railing window

My father was combing his hair

The smell of grease

He took possession of me

Pleasure to be together

Just to criticize

And it was like a sickness of Africa, a sickness of Africa

Saturday night I'm a dreamer

I can't live without you on my own

Lies a photograph

Please come back and stand by me