Текст песни Карл Хламкин - Летом на свалке

Where the Saints always march
where the flowers bloom again
At an hour when the girls. as quick as bullets, in the landfill in the summer I met love.

I told her, "let's have a smoke,"
This city is too disgusting from the streets.
At the hour when donors went to donate blood,
In the dump I met love in the summer

In summer, gypsies dance in a landfill.
And the cook hides the pie in his pocket.
At an hour when random tanks entered the city,
  In the summer at the dump I met love.