Ne Daj Se Ines
Ne daj se ines,ne daj se godinama moja ines.
Drukcijim pokretima I navikama,
Jer jos ti je soba topla, prijatan raspored
I rijetki predmeti...
Imala si vise ukusa od mene
Tvoja soba... Divota
Gazdarica ti je u bolnici
Uvjek si se razlikovala
Po boji papira svojih pisama,po poklonima,
Pratila me sljedeceg jutra oko 9 do stanice
I rusi se zeleni autobus tjeran jesenjim vjetrom
Kao list niz jednu beogradsku padinu.
U vecernjem sam odijelu, I opkoljen pogledima
Ne daj se mladosti moja, ne daj se ines.
Dugo je pripremano nase poznanstvo
I onda slucajno uz vrucu rakiju I sa svega nekoliko recenica lose prekrivena zelja
Tvoj je nacin gospodje I obrazi seljanke
Prostakuso I plemkinjo moja...
A tvoje grudi, krevet I moja soba objesena u zraku kao narandza, kao narandzasta svjetiljka nad zelenom I modrom vodom zagreba
Proletirskih brigada trideset I devet
Kod krkovic.
Pokisla ulica od prozora dalje
I sum predvecernjih tramvaja...
Lijepi trenutci nostalgije,ljubavi I siromastva,
Upotreba zajednicke kupaonice
I molim vas ako me tko trazi...
Ne daj se ines
Evo me ustajem tek da okrenem plocu
Dali je to nepristojno u ovakvom casu, mozart, requiem, agnus dei,
Meni je ipak najdrazi pocetak...
Raspolazem s jos milion njeznih I bezobraznih trenutaka nase mladosti,
Koja nas provlastitim ocima
Vara, krade I napusta,
Ne daj se ines.
Poderi pozivnicu,
Otkazi veceru,prevari muza odlazeci da se pocesljas u nekom boljem hotelu...
Dodirni me ispod stola koljenom,
Generacijo moja, ljubavnice.
Znam 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
Kisni listopad,na otocima more od olova
I nebo od borova,udaljeni glasovi koji se mjesaju glas majke, prijatelja, kceri, ljubavnice, roda, brata...
Na brzinu pokupljeno rublje pred kisu
I nestale svjetlastom bjelinom, jos malo setnje uz more I gotovo
Ne daj se ines...
Don't Give Up Ines
Don't give up Ines, don't give up my Ines for years.
With different movements and habits,
Because your room is still warm, with a pleasant layout
And rare objects...
You had more taste than me
Your room... Splendor
Your landlady is in the hospital
You always stood out
By the color of the paper of your letters, by the gifts,
You followed me the next morning around 9 to the station
And the green bus collapses driven by the autumn wind
Like a leaf down a Belgrade slope.
I'm in my evening suit, surrounded by looks
Don't give up my youth, don't give up Ines.
Our acquaintance was long prepared
And then accidentally with hot rakija and with just a few poorly covered sentences
Your way of a lady and the cheeks of a peasant girl
My boor and my noblewoman...
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 Zagreb
Of the Proletarian Brigades thirty-nine
At Krkovic.
The wet street from the windows on
And the murmur of early evening trams...
Beautiful moments of nostalgia, love and poverty,
Using the shared bathroom
And please if someone is looking for me...
Don't give up Ines
Here I am getting up just to turn the record
Is it impolite at this hour, Mozart, Requiem, Agnus Dei,
Still my favorite beginning...
I still have a million tender and naughty moments of our youth,
Which with our own eyes
Deceive, steal and leave us,
Don't give up Ines.
Tear up the invitation,
Cancel dinner, deceive your husband by going to fix your hair in a better hotel...
Touch me under the table with your knee,
My generation, my lover.
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 already
Rains in October, on the islands the sea of lead
And the sky of pines, distant voices mixing the voice of mother, friend, daughter, lover, stork, brother...
Quickly picked up laundry before the rain
And disappeared in bright whiteness, a little more walk by the sea and it's over
Don't give up Ines...