Chłopcy [English translation]

All the boys, they wander around the blocks, each evening

Just seeking something, killing time once again

See them throwing pebbles at the wheels of sport cars

And looking at the minis of girls who don't care about them

All the boys, they wander around the blocks, each evening

'Cos in the evening you can't see the greyness

The dirty streets are shadowed and the lampposts are broken

And you can pretend that you've really gone for a walk

All the boys, they wander around the blocks, each evening

They dream of living in lands of distinction

Staring at the empty binoculars of bottles

They discuss all-American motion pictures

All the boys, they wander around the blocks, each evening

Or sit along the pavement smoke joints for pleasure

All their efforts to flee become stronger

When they really can it's too late

They can't move any longer