N-EURO - THE POSTIMEES

( Trad. / M.Sadam )

This was long time,
when I was a postimees
Every küla iga talu minust cares
polnud autosid just hourses
eesti womenid of course,
siis where excited,
so that I was nende friend
Was this kõrts or home,
or fancy discoteek
I was drinking,
like bensiini võtab jeep
When the hourses sweetly sleeping
I have kõrtsi taga meeting,
kus all nice,
nice babies ootasid vaid mind

Handsom noor postman driving in highway
In the suvel, in the talvel singing – hey
Lots of õnne bring the postman from highway
Nüüd just kaugest timest memory on see

Sometimes kirja send
the boy from Võrumaa
That he can’t live ilma Pihkva neiuta
Et ei reading ma siis kirja,
who cares et siis oli hilja
lohutuseks her bed temaga sain ma
Like Jack Norris,
or the Silvester Stallone
Every kohas toimus minu
one man show
Once some man
wanted to kill me
piitseps growing mul kui hillil
and the pidu lasting nicely edasi

Handsom noor postman driving in highway
In the suvel, in the talvel singing – hey
Lots of õnne bring the postman from highway
Nüüd just kaugest timest memory on see

Handsom noor postman driving in highway
In the suvel, in the talvel singing – hey
Lots of õnne bring the postman from highway
Nüüd just kaugest timest memory on see

Handsom noor postman driving in highway
In the suvel, in the talvel singing – hey
Lots of õnne bring the postman from highway
Nüüd just kaugest timest memory on see

Handsom noor postman driving in highway
In the suvel, in the talvel singing – hey
Lots of õnne bring the postman from highway
Nüüd just kaugest timest memory on see