Brathanki - Medytacje wiejskiego listonosza

The world has 1000 years at least, 1000 villages and towns,
A man writes letter at least once.

Folks get out of the road, the postman is closing in,
Close up the gas, do we care your uncle is in the other country,
Folks get out of the road, the postman is closing in,
And my motorbike everyone knows well,
You're gonna get the letter from your uncle.

I know, he who thinks, doesn't write at all,
He who loves a lot, writes a letter long.

Folks get out of the road, the postman is closing in,
'cause of the letters, postman's bag is heavy today.
Folks get out of the road, the postman is closing in,
Someone may be waiting for this letter for a long time,
They may get it today.

People write letters, usual and direct ones,
They write they love, don't sleep or kiss.
People write letters, even in the countryside,
Letters of grey, white and full of colors.
Take of your hat in front of the post.