Words and music by B. Okudzhava
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.
January 17th, 2010 at 4:31 pm
Very nicely done!
January 19th, 2010 at 12:56 pm
Thanks
February 10th, 2010 at 5:03 pm
Mika, fantastic!
You are really talented…
Have you had this published?
It really should be, if it has not been done already.
Lena