Cradle Song of the Elephants

The little elephant was crying
because it did not want to sleep . . .
Go to sleep, my little elephant,
the moon is going to hear you weep.

Papa elephant is near.
I hear him bellowing among the mangoes.
Go to sleep, my little elephant,
the moon will hear my little fellow . . .
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Adriano Del Valle
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