Русская версия

Far Away on Lake Chad


Today I can see that your eyes are especially sad,
And the arms, that are hugging your knees, are so gentle, my love.
Just listen, in a faraway land by a lake called the Chad,
Wanders an elegant giraffe.

His elegant body is shining in afternoon heat.
It's covered with a beautiful pattern which no man can make.
A beauty with which only the African moon can compete,
When its light breaks and moves on the waters of African lakes.

His step is as smooth as the flight of a bird,
From a distance he looks like the colourful sail of a ship.
I know, there are so many wonders to see in the world,
At dawn when he hides in the cave of a big marble cliff.

I know all the legends and tales of mysterious lands,
About the black maid and the passion of a handsome, young chief,
But fog has been holding your heart in its cold, rainy hands,
When I talk to you - you don't listen and you don't believe.

And how will I tell you of gardens, you haven't seen yet,
Of slender palm trees and the smell of mysterious grass;
You're crying. Just listen. By a faraway lake called the Chad
Wanders an elegant giraffe.

(Translated by Marianna Kaufman)