Lyrics of Mal De Africa - Franco Battiato

Mal De Africa (original)

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

(translation)

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