Ne daj se Ines [English translation]
Ne daj se Ines [English translation]
Don't give in Ines
Don't give in to years my Ines
to different moves and habits
because your room is still warm
Pleasant arrangement and rare items...
You had more taste than me
your room, splendor
your landlady is in the hospital.
you always distinguished yourself
by the colored paper of your letters, by gifts
Walked me the next morning around nine to the station
and tumbles down the hill the green bus blown by the autumn wind
Like a leaf down a Belgrade street
I'm in my evening suit and besieged by stares
Don't give in my youth, don't give in Ines
for a long time our acquaintance was prepared
and then all of a sudden with hot brandy
and with merely a couple of sentences, badly disguised desire
your ways of a lady and cheeks of a country girl
peasant , gentlewoman
then your breast, your bed
and my room suspended in the air like an orange
like an orange light over the green and indigo blue waters of Zagreb
street of Proleteriat brigades 39. KOD (culture youth organization) Grkovic
Rain washed street far from the window and hum of night tramways
beautiful moments of nostalgia, love, and powerty
use of common facilities
and 'please if someone should ask for me'
Don't give in Ines
Here I am getting up only to turn over the record
is it improper at this moment?
Mozart Requiem Agnus Dei
the begining is still my favorite
I have at my disposal a million sweet
and indecent moments of our youth
that cheats us before our very eyes, robs and abandons us
Don't give in Ines
Tear up the invitation, cancel the dinner, cheat on your husband
going to fix up your hair in some fancy hotel
touch my knee under the table
my generation, my lover
I know there will be youths
but not like ours, on average 1938
I'll have no one to stay young with me
if all of you grow old
and this youth will be hard
but I suppose you were right
for here I am on this shore that you've abandoned, and surrendered without a fight
and there it starts to rain again
as it rains in November here on the islands
the sea of lead and sky of pine trees
distant voices that blend together
voices of my mother, friends, my daughter, lover, a ship and a brother
hastily gathered laundry before the rain
light that faded with that whiteness
few more walks along the sea and it's over
- Artist:Arsen Dedić