Ne Daj Se Ines

Don't Give Up Ines

Ne Daj Se Ines

Don't give up Ines, don't give up my Ines for years.Ne daj se ines,ne daj se godinama moja ines.
With different movements and habits,Drukcijim pokretima I navikama,
Because your room is still warm, with a pleasant layoutJer jos ti je soba topla, prijatan raspored
And rare objects...I rijetki predmeti...
You had more taste than meImala si vise ukusa od mene
Your room... SplendorTvoja soba... Divota
Your landlady is in the hospitalGazdarica ti je u bolnici
You always stood outUvjek si se razlikovala
By the color of the paper of your letters, by the gifts,Po boji papira svojih pisama,po poklonima,
You followed me the next morning around 9 to the stationPratila me sljedeceg jutra oko 9 do stanice
And the green bus collapses driven by the autumn windI rusi se zeleni autobus tjeran jesenjim vjetrom
Like a leaf down a Belgrade slope.Kao list niz jednu beogradsku padinu.
I'm in my evening suit, surrounded by looksU vecernjem sam odijelu, I opkoljen pogledima
Don't give up my youth, don't give up Ines.Ne daj se mladosti moja, ne daj se ines.
Our acquaintance was long preparedDugo je pripremano nase poznanstvo
And then accidentally with hot rakija and with just a few poorly covered sentencesI onda slucajno uz vrucu rakiju I sa svega nekoliko recenica lose prekrivena zelja
Your way of a lady and the cheeks of a peasant girlTvoj je nacin gospodje I obrazi seljanke
My boor and my noblewoman...Prostakuso I plemkinjo moja...
And your breasts, the bed and my room hanging in the air like an orange, like an orange lamp over the green and blue waters of ZagrebA tvoje grudi, krevet I moja soba objesena u zraku kao narandza, kao narandzasta svjetiljka nad zelenom I modrom vodom zagreba
Of the Proletarian Brigades thirty-nineProletirskih brigada trideset I devet
At Krkovic.Kod krkovic.
The wet street from the windows onPokisla ulica od prozora dalje
And the murmur of early evening trams...I sum predvecernjih tramvaja...
Beautiful moments of nostalgia, love and poverty,Lijepi trenutci nostalgije,ljubavi I siromastva,
Using the shared bathroomUpotreba zajednicke kupaonice
And please if someone is looking for me...I molim vas ako me tko trazi...
Don't give up InesNe daj se ines
Here I am getting up just to turn the recordEvo me ustajem tek da okrenem plocu
Is it impolite at this hour, Mozart, Requiem, Agnus Dei,Dali je to nepristojno u ovakvom casu, mozart, requiem, agnus dei,
Still my favorite beginning...Meni je ipak najdrazi pocetak...
I still have a million tender and naughty moments of our youth,Raspolazem s jos milion njeznih I bezobraznih trenutaka nase mladosti,
Which with our own eyesKoja nas provlastitim ocima
Deceive, steal and leave us,Vara, krade I napusta,
Don't give up Ines.Ne daj se ines.
Tear up the invitation,Poderi pozivnicu,
Cancel dinner, deceive your husband by going to fix your hair in a better hotel...Otkazi veceru,prevari muza odlazeci da se pocesljas u nekom boljem hotelu...
Touch me under the table with your knee,Dodirni me ispod stola koljenom,
My generation, my lover.Generacijo moja, ljubavnice.
I know there will still be youth, but not like this anymore on average in nineteen thirty-eight, I won't have anyone to stay young with, if you all grow old, and this youth will be hard for me, but it will still be that you are right because I am alone on this shore that you left and handed over reluctantly and the rain starts again, as it alreadyZnam da ce jos biti mladoti,ali ne vise ovakve u prosjeku tisucu devetsto trideset osma,ja necu imati skim ostati mlad,ako svi ostarite,I ta ce mi mladost tesko past,a bit ce ipak da ste vi u pravu jer sam sam na ovoj obali koju ste napustili I predali bezvoljno a ponovo pocinje kisa,kao sto vec
Rains in October, on the islands the sea of leadKisni listopad,na otocima more od olova
And the sky of pines, distant voices mixing the voice of mother, friend, daughter, lover, stork, brother...I nebo od borova,udaljeni glasovi koji se mjesaju glas majke, prijatelja, kceri, ljubavnice, roda, brata...
Quickly picked up laundry before the rainNa brzinu pokupljeno rublje pred kisu
And disappeared in bright whiteness, a little more walk by the sea and it's overI nestale svjetlastom bjelinom, jos malo setnje uz more I gotovo
Don't give up Ines...Ne daj se ines...