Mal De Africa
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 mi
Sentía hablar bajito para no molestar
Y era como un mal de África, mal de África
Con las sillas sentadas en la calle
Pantalón corto y camiseta por el calor que hacia
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 África, mal de África
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 África, mal de África
Africa Blues
Already eaten, he was going to rest
Rocked by the mosquito nets and the noise in the kitchen
Through the slightly open windows, reflections on the wall
And some abstract thing took over me
I felt like talking softly to not bother
And it was like a Africa blues, Africa blues
With the chairs sitting on 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 hair gel took over me
The pleasure of feeling together to criticize
And it was like a Africa blues, Africa blues
In the window behind the bars, my father was combing his hair
The smell of hair gel took over me
The pleasure of feeling together to criticize
And it was like a Africa blues, Africa blues