Today, I see, especially sad is your gaze,
And (your) arms are especially thin, clasping your knees.
Listen: far, far away on Lake Chad
Roams an exquisite giraffe.
To him gracious slenderness and languor is bestowed,
And his hide is adorned with a magical pattern,
With which only the Moon dares to compete
While splitting and wavering on the waters of the wide lakes.
From afar he looks like colorful sails of a ship,
And his run is smooth like a joyful bird’s flight.
I know that many wonders the Earth sees
When at sunset he hides in a marble grotto.
I know the merry tales of mysterious lands
Of a black maiden, of the passion of a young chief.
But you've breathed heavy fog for too long,
You don’t want to believe in anything but rain.
So how will I tell you of a tropical garden,
About slender palm trees, about unbelievable grasses…
You’re crying? Listen… Far, far away, on Lake Chad
Roams an exquisite giraffe.
