Текст песни ОЛЕГ МИТЯЕВ - Почтовый чиновник

Mail official alien letter
Opens and will read
Until he pays.
And the joy of someone will upset him
And for a long time he will not sleep
And think otherwise.
Otherwise, what did all these years thought,
When nothing is for yourself
And everything is only fray.
And it is necessary, it happened then
When so little left of life.

From mail house in five steps,
He would live for himself and live.
Where did this fear come from
That everything could not be so
What should be some light
From the meetings of beautiful and losses?
Foliage flies, and they are not all ...
Everything is not. And will there be now?

Or maybe it was not worth torking letters?
And quietly killed, as lived,
Officon Smirny?
And be buried honorable very
For what helped
Not nonsense innocent?
But suddenly he decided that far
In the unknown city N, he is expected.
And from the place of breaking completely not easy
In winter, when the puddles do not melt in the morning.

And yet by night he home
Did not grind and disappeared.
He cursed his home and the city,
And in the city N did not come.
Decree of the prominent person
The castle was hanging on the door.
And on the floor in the house without a tenant
Fell from the ficus leaflet ...

Or maybe it was not worth torking letters?
And quietly killed, as lived,
Officon Smirny?