Posteljooni [English translation]

Mailman on your way, you carry letters in you rucksack

In the hours of morning, at the sunrise

Along the bridge on your bicycle, you again arrive on your route

Be it high or low tide, will you bring me something

Hurry, hurry to my door, bring me a message from my girl

Bring me something to hold onto

Mailman making your way, yards, paths, dirt roads

You see in the dawn of the day, when the sun rises

Doors open with keys, you can come to me always

I hear noise in the stairway corridor

Hurry, hurry to my door, bring me a message from my girl

Bring me something to hold onto

Hurry, hurry to my door, bring me a message from my girl

Bring me something to hold onto