Текст и перевод песни Franco Battiato - Mal D'Africa (1996 Digital Remaster)

Mal D'Africa (1996 Digital Remaster)

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 a 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 canottiere, col caldo che faceva.
Da una finestra di ringhiera mio padre si pettinava;
I'odore di brillantina si impossessava di me.
Piacere di stare insieme solo per criticare
Ed era come un mal d'Africa, mal d'Africa.

Mal D'Africa (1996 Digital Remaster)

After lunch we would go to rest
Cradled by mosquito nets and the sounds of the kitchen;
From the slightly ajar windows, chinks against the ceiling,
And something abstract took possession of me.
I would hear you speak quietly so as not to disturb,
And it was like a malaise from Africa, a malaise 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 seated in the street,
Shorts and vests, in the heat.
From a window on the balcony my father combed his hair;
The smell of brilliantine took possession of me.
Pleasure of being together just to criticize
And it was like a malaise from Africa, a malaise from Africa.