dejavu, Nikos Deja Vu 16-11-2008 09:31 | your translation sucks
here is te correct one:
My Old Coat
I have fallen, now I'm crying in my old coat
Which I had forgotten in the closed attic
In it's pockets I have crumbs of a snack
And in it's lining - a place for brandy for the journey
So many cold moments in my hot heart
At the movies and on the road after that
Travellings tought me to wander cold-blooded
To be well even in stormy weather
My old coat...
The cigarette died out on the wet ground
Under a shelter we sat and we had a great time
And one crazy night in one empty train car
We stayed up till morning and it was snowing outside
How did the years go by, what is this that I'm wearing
What satin, which silk will take me out for a dance
I'm giving my old coat to you
Take care of it, my little one, because it is like me
Nios Deja Vu |