Текст песни Кальянов Александр - Заграничные конверты

Young postman brought mail
   Your native handwriting from Madagascar flew
   You write to me, dear Sasha, hello, how are you?
   I miss, I do not need any goods, no fat, no tan
    
   Overseas envelopes are too colorful
   And in Moscow we have winter and wet snow
   How are you under the baobabs on the island
   Are you, my dear man?
   How are you under the baobabs on the island
   Are you, my dear man?
    
   Maybe someone in white shorts will enter the room
   Tanned hands will touch your body
   And then when suddenly everything happens
   Will you cry in the pillow - did not want, did not want, did not want
    
   Overseas envelopes are too colorful
   And in Moscow we have winter and wet snow
   How are you under the baobabs on the island
   Are you, my dear man?
   How are you under the baobabs on the island
   Are you, my dear man?
    
   Overseas envelopes are too colorful
   And in Moscow we have winter and wet snow
   How are you under the baobabs on the island
   Are you, my dear man?
   How are you under the baobabs on the island
   Are you, my dear man?
    
   Are you, my dear man?
   Are you, my dear man?
   The most, the most, my dear man?