Vladimir Vysotsky. A song about a white elephant (№ 362007)

I looked great, sitting on the elephant
I traveled to India, a fabulous country
Ah, we together wandered,
And in distress, went along great.
And sometimes we walked in the night under someone's balcony,
Ladies and jumping out of bedroom.
I must tell you that this white elephant
Was extremely musical.
The map of the world see you for sure,
I know that in India too there is a river.
My elephant and I ate my mango juice
And somehow lost in the wilds of the Ganges.
I rushed through the river, forgetting sleep,
Irretrievably lost health.
And then he told me: "Your white elephant
Met a herd of white elephant".