Почта [Pochta] [English translation]

It is +25 degrees in town, a genuine summer

But there's nowhere to slip away to

Something is going on again with this planet

Something is happening to us, but we are friends

And, as usual, at night

I'll clean my mailbox out

And, as usual, in the morning

I'll realize how wise it was

As usual, at night

I'll clean my mailbox out

And, as usual, in the morning

I'll realize how wise it was

Our day started with a phone call and a cigarette

Coffee and smoke — everything's all right

There's a shamelessly fine line in our answers

Our makeup is finished, we're getting ready for the show

And, as usual, at night

I'll clean my mailbox out

And, as usual, in the morning

I'll realize how wise it was

As usual, at night

I'll clean my mailbox out

And, as usual, in the morning

I'll realize how wise it was

And, as usual, at night

I'll clean my mailbox out

And, as usual, in the morning

I'll realize how wise it was

As usual, at night

I'll clean my mailbox out

And, as usual, in the morning

I'll realize how wise it was

As usual, at night

As usual, in the morning

As usual, at night