Lyrics and translation Franco Battiato - Mal De Africa

Mal De Africa

Ya comido, se iba 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 aduenaba de mi,
Sentìa ablar bajito para no molestar,
Y era como un mal de Africa, mal de Africa .
Con las sillas sentados en la calle,
Pantalòn corto y camiseta por el calor que hacìa.
En la ventana tras la reja mi padre si peinaba,
El olor de brillantina se apoderaba de mi.
El placer de sentirse juntos para criticar,
Y era como un mal de Africa, mal de Africa.
En la ventana tras la reja mi padre si peinaba,
El olor de brillantina se apoderaba de mi.
El placer de sentirse juntos para criticar,
Y era como un mal de Africa, mal de Africa.

Mal De Africa

I had eaten, and was going to rest
Rocked by the mosquito nets and by the noise in the kitchen,
By the half-open windows, reflections on the wall,
And something abstract took hold of me,
I felt myself speaking softly so as not to disturb,
And it was like a sickness of Africa, a sickness of Africa.
With the chairs set out in the street,
Shorts and t-shirt because of the heat.
In the window behind the bars my father was combing his hair,
The smell of brilliantine took hold of me.
The pleasure of feeling together in order to criticize,
And it was like a sickness of Africa, a sickness of Africa.
In the window behind the bars my father was combing his hair,
The smell of brilliantine took hold of me.
The pleasure of feeling together in order to criticize,
And it was like a sickness of Africa, a sickness of Africa.