Look at them play on the grass without minding
anyone who looks at them.
All they want, all they ask for
is freedom.
Like children out of school and without homework
they keep jumping; they get there one by one,
with their balloons, towards the world,
who unites them?
In the Valley of Magnolias
underneath the sun
I'm so lonely
Four-hundred elephants* on parade wearing their diamond garments
Their kaleidoscope of figures and colors
Inviting me, urging me to celebrate
Under never-ending confetti
In the Valley of Magnolias
underneath the sky I am so lonely.
On the street there are butterflies;
fear doesn't exist.
In the Valley of Magnolias
underneath the sky I am so lonely.
On the street there are butterflies;
fear doesn't exist.