Once upon a time when I worked at the post-office as a coachman
A shaggy geologist knocked at my door
And, looking at the map hanging on the white wall
He grinned to me
He told me how taiga cries
It is feeling lonely without a man
And that they have no coachman in their post-office
so we have to go there
so we have to go there
(chorus)
Clouds hid in the sky
drunk stars look down
And fall in the thickets
of fabulous taiga.
Big trees sing us lullabies -
Black tales of white winter
Black tales about pink snow
Pink snow - even in the dreams.
And in the night devil goes through the forest
and gathers new souls
Winter's got new blood
And it will get you
And it will get you
(chorus x2)