Текст песни Булат Окуджава - Мой почтальон

My postman
Yu.Davydovu

Everyone postman in this world that it is well known ,
correspondence is at the door and knocks .
My postman from another of a test:
letters to me does not work , and the only silent.

Marking time in a dark hallway in silence for a simple,
ottoptal circle on the threshold at the door ,
joyful day and hugs - there beyond the threshold ,
darkness and bitter loss in my cave .

My postman despises me and afraid ,
longs for more from me otboyaritsya , knave .
There, beyond the threshold , flash happy faces ,
there is nothing to regret and letters do not wait.

Finally , bending and bowing or something,
if fleeing in a hurry on the reverse path.
He sighs easily , being in the wild ,
however no regrets , lost in the crowd ! ..

1985