сл. S. Ward, V. Pallavicini; муз. S. Cutugno, P. Losito
You know I never realized That a world so incredibly far away As Africa Could be so closed to me.
Look where we are right know On this beautiful little piece of grass Suffocated by a sea of cement Opressed by all the traffic. Look at the people Running, shouting Like they have all gone mad. You know I think I just might go back to Africa.
You can joke But you can never compare This noisy artificial world With the natural sounds of Africa.
A time strange, mysterious Weird almost unreal Looking to the sky And raising your arms You can almost caress it And you feel inside To the will to live Your skin burned, And you feel a man More man More sincere. You know I think I might Just go back to Africa.