Ragged Coat - Daniel Kahn, Vanya Zhuk

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…