Текст песни Александр Грин - Почтальон любви

When you're lonely
And snow flakes in the windows
You are forced to feel sad.
You know it will change everything
One man in the world -
The postman of love -
He is on his way.

Postman, Postman, Postman
Is on the way.
He goes, he runs, he hurries to you
Day and night.
Postman, Postman, Postman
Of my love.
This is mail, very urgent.

Let it be a secret so far
We both don't know yet
Like everything between us
May happen.
But somewhere skiing
Like the southern sun red
Postman of love
He is on his way.

Postman, Postman, Postman
Is on the way.
He goes, he runs, he hurries to you
Day and night.
Postman, Postman, Postman
Of my love.
This is mail, very urgent.

For many years you have been waiting for him
You see: he takes out of a bag
New letter.
I know so far only I'm alone
What is on the envelope
Your name.

Postman, Postman, Postman
Is on the way.
He goes, he runs, he hurries to you
Day and night.
In summer and winter, with the sun and moon,
He is always on the way - a postman.