Текст песни В. Цой - Я задам тебе вопрос

How many gay guys, and everyone makes a bike
And one of them one morning invent gunpowder.
Well, I'm here without you, to me these guys do not care,
Only cigarette butts lying on the floor so rubbish heap.

Tell me the story of this world,
Surprised by the number of years lived,
Tell me how to be a target in a shooting gallery,
I have a question that you do not give me an answer.

So strange hours pass, and so strange not want to sleep,
And so strange when the window passes through the machine.
And I do not know, whether the balance, but I do not want to check them,
I too love this picture.

Tell me the story of this world,
Surprised by the number of years lived,
Tell me how to be a target in a shooting gallery,
I have a question that you do not give me an answer.
Which you do not give me an answer ...