RAGGED COAT - СТАРЫЙ ПИДЖАК

I'd worn my ragged coat so bare
The tattered sleeves were thin as paper,
And so I took it to a tailor
And asked him kindly for repair.

I made a joke and said this coat
Requires total restoration
To bring me glory and salvation
I need your skillful hand to sew

But then my playful little words
Took on a meaning unintended:
As he methodically mended
He seemed disturbed. Peculiar bird.

And I observed the silent way
He worked to rectify the garment,
As if my soul depended on it
This ragged coat, for all my days.

He thought I'd slip into the sleeve
And I'd believe again so clearly,
That somehow you could love sincerely.
But that's absurd. Peculiar bird.