Old Jacket (Stariy Pidjak) (Bulat Okudzhava cover) Lyrics

Lyric discussion by mister care-too-much 

English translation I got from another site:

I’ve worn my jacket far too long, It’s getting shabbier and frailer. And so I take it to a tailor To see if something can be done.

I tell him, “Now it’s up to you To remedy the situation. The magic art of alteration Should make my life as good as new.”

It was a joke – but he takes on The task with single-minded passion, Bringing my jacket up to fashion As best he can. The funny man.

He trims and sews without a word, With such meticulous precision, As if upon a sacred mission To have my happiness restored.

He thinks I’ll try the jacket on, And then – the clouds will part above me, And I’ll believe that you still love me. Well, think again. The funny man.

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