Song: A song about a white elephant

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".

Had lived in India since ancient antiquity
Wild huge gray elephants.
Elephants roamed in the jungle without a destination.
One of them was white for some reason.
Good eye, quiet disposition he was,
And he had the suit of a noble.
Among his fellow white elephant
There were, of course, the black sheep.
And the Archbishop of India, there were times
Out of respect I gave the elephant.
"Why would I want an elephant?", I asked Gentile
And he said, "an elephant with a big heart".
The elephant I did a curtsey and I bow to him,
My speech was not bad and quiet
Because this is a white elephant
There was also a white elephant.


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