Mal De Africa - Franco Battiato

Ya comido, se iba a descansar

Mecido por las mosquiteras y por el ruido en la cocina

Por las ventanas entreabiertas, reflejos en la pared

Y alguna cosa abstracta se adueñaba de mí

Sentía hablar bajito para no molestar

Y era como un mal de África, mal de África

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

Con las sillas sentados en la calle

Pantalón corto y camiseta por el calor que hacía

En la ventana tras la reja mi padre se peinaba

El olor de brillantina se apoderaba de mí

El placer de sentirse juntos para criticar

Y era como un mal de África, mal de África

En la ventana tras la reja mi padre se peinaba

El olor de brillantina se apoderaba de mí

El placer de sentirse juntos para criticar

Y era como un mal de África, mal de África

Already eaten, he was going to rest

Rocked by the mosquito nets and by the noise in the kitchen

Through the half-open windows, reflections on the wall

And some abstract thing took possession of me

I felt like speaking softly so as not to disturb

And it was like a sickness from Africa, sickness from 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 the chairs sitting on the street

Shorts and t-shirt because of the heat

In the window behind the fence my father was combing his hair

The smell of glitter washed over me

The pleasure of sitting together to criticize

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

In the window behind the fence my father was combing his hair

The smell of glitter washed over me

The pleasure of sitting together to criticize

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