Wrapped In My Old Battered Coat
Wrapped in my old battered coat,
by Saniya Galeyeva
I am knocking at your door.
It's a dark night. Please, don't scold me.
Let me in, my Love, my God.
I have wandered, I have gone through
Hills and mountains, and woods.
Take me home and let me love you
With all my heart and my tools.
Look at me. I'm standing here.
Sing with me as you did once.
We are love now. And it's clear
That the sun of us will rise.