Текст песни Карл Хламкин - Летом на свалке

Where saints are always marching ,
where flowers bloom again
At the hour when the girls . quick as a bullet in the summer at the dump I met the love .

I told her : & quot; Let's have a smoke & quot ;,
This city is too ugly from the streets .
At the hour when donors came to donate blood ,
In the summer at the dump I met the love

In the summer at the dump dancing gypsy .
And the cook hides in his pocket pie.
At the hour when the city went casual tanks
 summer at the dump I met the love .