THE POST (aka. HAIL TO MAIL)
Registered & Urgent
Postmaster, don't stamp this, there's a worm inside.
[Picture of Lenin]grad, Pestelya St. 14/21, Apt. 11 To Citizen Boris Prutkov
Prutkov --- Poodle
[Post office]
Who's that knocking on my door,
Carrying a big shoulder bag
It's - Him It's - Him
The Leningrad postman!
Registered from Rostov
for comrade Prutkov
Registered mail for Prutkov?
I'm sorry, he's left.
Where could I find this citizen?
He left this morning for Berlin.
To Berlin
Prutkov rushes to the border
flying above the earth so green.
After Prutkov goes the mail-train
the registered letter carrying
Berlin
The registered letter carrying.
The packages are spread out orderly on the shelves
A long way lies before them
So the two postmen
on the wagon benches
rock the night away.
A postcard to Dubrovka
A parcel to Pokrovka,
A paper to Stanza-Uklin.
A letter to Beluga.
But this registered mail
will travel abroad to Berlin.
[5 cent stamp - German Empire]
This is
the Berlin
postman
Loaded with the latest mail
On his jacket his row of buttons shine like electricity,
and his trousers ironed with scientific precision,
the postman enters at the doors
The corpulent doorman salutes
A letter
For Herr Prutkov
in number 6!
- Yesterday
at 11 o'clock
he left
For England
[One penny stamp]
to Bobkin street.
To Bopkin street
strides rapidly
Mister Smith
Goes to house number 14
He bangs
the hanging hammer
And he says quite sternly:
For Mister Prutkov
In here's... a worm...
A worm?
A worm!
The doorman
peers over the top of his glasses
at the first and last name
and says:
Boris Prutkov
has gone off
to Brazil
The steamboat
will depart
in two
MINUTES
With their suitcases, the people
have taken up
every spot
To Brazil
Under the Brazilian palm trees,
tired from the heat,
strides
Don Bazilio
the Brazilian postman
In his hand he holds a strange, crumpled letter. The stamp is foreign, The post mark also.
And the writing of the surname as well.
But, that addressee
left Brazil
He returned to Leningrad.
It's - him It's - him
The Leningrad
postman
For Prutkov?
Hey, Boris,
Accept this
and sign for it!
Look,
this letter to me
traveled around
the globe.
Honor
and
glory
to the postmen
weary and dusty
Glory
to the honest
Postmen
Carrying their big shoulder bags!
The End subs by Eus & Niffiwan