Текст песни Александр Кривенко - Я узнал почтальона

I learned postman read years
paragraphs, pages eyelashes,
on the curtained windows of the mean "hello"
by zashporennym thighs girls.

Heavy telegram pending meetings,
not accustomed to change in the face.
Do mannered personality adolescence speech
nursery ideas, emotions high school?

How slippery "hello" envelopes do not tear -
not given to me to germinate in the spring,
and the surrender of abandoned passion of love
do not buy a kiss, "I'm sorry."

Kept conscience: the lock and bolt.
We are sinners, we burn, we burn!
Only the complete collection of clean sheets
not to collect the ideal harem.

I learned a postman for emoticons puddles,
postcards by raw heat,
where eyelashes bed awake shower
our naked bodies.