De unde vii la ora asta? [English translation]

It's past 2 in the morning*,

When the silence is pierced

By a repeated knock

Insisting at my door.

I thought it had been left unlocked,

Earlier, it was,

But probably earlier

I thought she loved me.

Pre-refrain:

And I go towards the door

To look through the peephole

You're looking for your key

Lost, thinking I'm asleep,

But don't worry

I wanted to wait for you

You're not welcome anymore

I opened just to ask you:

Refrain x2:

Where are you coming from at this time (of night)?

Where have you been?

You're coming with your clothes creased,

And with your hair disarranged!

You forgot where your home is

And about me you forgot.

Take your memories and go away,

Because my place is closed!

When only memory has a voice

I don't want to hear anymore,

You are silent, ashamed and your love is deaf,

And when the answer is obvious,

You lower your eyes,

And your silence tells me more than one word.

Pre-refrain:

And I go towards the door

To look through the peephole

You're looking for your key

Lost, thinking I'm asleep,

But don't worry

I wanted to wait for you

You're not welcome anymore

I opened just to ask you:

Refrain x 2