Mal De Africa
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Mal De Africa
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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
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Franco Battiato performs "Mal De Africa", and this lyric page sits inside the Franco Battiato catalog on LyroVerse.
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