Текст и перевод песни Franco Battiato - Mal D' Africa

Mal D' Africa

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

After lunch we would go to rest
Lulled by the mosquito nets and the noise of the kitchen;
Through the windows a little ajar, slits against the ceiling,
And something abstract took possession of me.
I heard a soft voice so as not to disturb me,
And it was like a sickness of Africa, 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 the chairs sitting in the street,
Shorts and tank tops, in the heat it made.
From a balcony window my father combed his hair;
The smell of brilliantine took possession of me.
Pleasure to be together just to criticize
And it was like a sickness of Africa, sickness of Africa.