Ne daj se Ines [English translation]
Ne daj se Ines [English translation]
Don't give in, Ines
Don't give in, Ines
Don't let the years get you, my Ines
With different movements and habits
Because your room is still warm
Inviting interior and rare items
You had more taste than me
Your room - divinity - your employer is in the hospital
You always managed to differ
By the color of your letter paper, by your gifts
You followed me the next morning around nine to the station
And the green bus is tearing down
Driven by autumn wind, like a leaf
Along a downhill of Belgrade
I'm in my evening suit and
Surrounded by glances
Don't give in, my youth
Don't give in, Ines
Our acquaintance had been preparing for a long time
And then, by chance, with hot brandy, and with all that
A wish, poorly concealed with just a couple of sentences
Your way is ladylike but you're raised by a country woman
Rude provocateur and queen of mine
And then your breasts, the bed
And my room hung in the air like an orange,
Like an orange lamp
Above the green and blue water of Zagreb
In the Street of Proleterian Brigades 39, at Grković
A wet street further from the window and the buzzing of evening trams
Beautiful moments of nostalgia, love and poverty,
The using of a shared bathroom
And - please, if someone is asking for me...
Don't give in, Ines - here I am,
Standing up just to turn the record
Is it rude in a time like this?
Mozart, Requiem, Agnus Dei
I still prefer the beginning
I dispose with a million more of our naughty moments about our youth
That, right there in front of our eyes, deceive us, and rob us, and leave us
Don't give in, Ines
Rip up the invitation, cancel the dinner
Cheat on your husband just to brush your hair
At some better hotel
Touch me under the table with your knee,
My generation, my mistress
I know there will be more youths
But not one like this
Around 1938
I won't have anyone to stay young with
If everyone of you grows old
And that youth will be difficult for me
But in the end you must be right
Because I am on this shore
That you’ve left and given up half-heartedly
And it's starting to rain again
Like it always drizzles in November on the islands
Lead sea and sky of pine trees
Distant voices which are mixing:
A mothers voice, friends, daughters, mistress, ships, brothers
Rapidly picked up laundry before the rain
And the light disappeared with that whiteness
Some more walking by the sea and that’s it...
Don't give in, Ines
- Artist:Arsen Dedić