I wore 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 hands 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 though 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...
Опять в твою любовь поверю,
Как бы не так,
Такой чудак...