Текст песни Вячеслав Мясников - Песня про почту

I work at the post office , as infuriate I know exactly
Man that came to him out of your mind .
It is necessary that the hour was to turn occupied ,
And then uncover the yap , they say he is not in the stands .
What should come , we must stand up sharply , to leave
Before it closed the window on technological break .
This e-mail ! This e-mail !
Here you will die in the queue for sure!
Remember to live further -
Survival of the fittest in the mail !
Even in the post lunch there , so the custom from ancient years.
On it you can get away for a day to ten times .
And he did not take the time to give granny a tunnel
And only then come back when all the old woman bent.
If a long time before dinner, you can get away without lunch ,
And he returned to say, " Che , you can not go to the toilet ?"
All my mail enrage for 4300 a month,
And with the salary we give here our rudeness .