Як мене звати [Yak mene zvaty] [English translation]

Nice sentences will become somewhat unnecessary

Too late to return home by foot

Only la-la-la-la-lay-lay in my head -

An unclear melody,

It's cold on the street,

It's already too late for me, doesn't matter,

How I will get home at this hour.

But you

Don't want to know in the least

What my name is!

What my name is!

What my name is!

I flew through an abyss of fantasies,

Pierced holes in my ears from grief,

So you would be able to,

So you would want to notice that.

I'm sure,

That it's too late for me to pretend,

As it's too late to learn

To keep as far as possible from your window!

But you

Don't want to know in the least

What my name is!

What my name is!

What my name is!

No matter where I would be and where I would go,

What I would be doing

And yet again

Only so it would be interesting for you

I want it to be interesting for you

If only I could become interesting

For you!

But you

Don't want to know in the least

How many minutes I have left

What my name is!

What my name is!

What my name is!

What my name is!