Текст песни Алексей Нарочный - Запах горелой помойки

From kings grows quads ,
Hurtling from the mountain , our trio .
I remember from my childhood is the smell :
The smell of burning garbage .

Past otgranёn moment in amber
Drunkards only booze .
I smelled the altar
The smell of burning garbage .

HOPE fear hid in a hole :
Crumbling buildings .
Hits the nostrils of the world of kids
The smell of burning garbage .