Пошла вон [Poshla von] [English translation]

My name might sound different:

More melodic, than from those cruel lips.

You said you need a romantic – a boy,

But also a man with both feet on the ground.

You’re working, like Kung-Fu Panda, on two fronts:

You’re mine during the day, his – on Saturday’s night.

Don’t call me or you’ll cry again.

Answer me, why you’re mine only by one third?

And how long will I burn in the fire?

Get out! Yes, I’ve lost my mind.

Out! You’ll decide everything by yourself.

Don’t talk badly about me.

You’re nameless from now on.

Get out! Yes, to the morning fog.

Out! Believe in your self deception.

Only don’t talk badly about me.

I won’t take you from him.

I’m not hurting. After all you’ve been faithful

In episodes allowed to us by fate.

We were bound by the triangle like in a fortress.

Answer me, why you’ve been only by one third?

And how long will I burn in the fire?

Get out! Yes, I’ve lost my mind.

Out! You’ll decide everything by yourself.

Don’t talk badly about me.

You’re nameless from now on.

Get out! Yes, to the morning fog.

Out! Believe in your self deception.

Only don’t talk badly about me.

I won’t take you from him.

Get out! Yes, to the morning fog.

Out! Believe in your self deception.

Only don’t talk badly about me.

You’re nameless from now on.

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Get out! Yes, I’ve lost my mind.

Out! You’ll decide everything by yourself.

Don’t talk badly about me.

I won’t take you from him.

1. In the song this and the next verse are mixed together (line numbers): 5, 6, 7, 4; 1, 2, 3, 8.