English lyrics:
The bell rings vehemently
The post will vary the while to granny
She is rushing to the wicket
And she is looking forward to a white letter
She is taking by the handle and opening the wicket
She is beholding the postman Radek at the doorstep
'Radek, little Radek, what do you have for me?
You will give me a letter from my daughter, won't you?'