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
uvijek si se razlikovala
po boji papira svojih pisama,
po poklonima
pratila me sljedeceg jutra
oko devet 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 prikrivena zelja
tvoj je nacin gospodje
i obrazi seljanke
prostakuso i plemkinjo moja
pa tvoje grudi, krevet
i moja soba objesena
u zraku kao narandza
kao narandzasta svjetiljka
nad zelenom i modrom vodom Zagreba
proleterskih brigada 39 kod Prkovic
pokisla ulica od prozora
dalje i sum predvecernjih tramvaja
lijepi trenuci nostalgije, ljubavi i siromastva
upotreba zajednicke kupaonice
i molim vas, ako netko trazi

Ne daj se Ines

Evo me ustajem
tek da okrenem plocu
da li je to nepristojno
u ovakvom casu
Mozart Requiem Agnus Dei
meni je ipak najdrazi pocetak
raspolazem s jos milion njeznih
i bezobraznih podataka nase mladosti
koja nas pred vlastitim ocima vara,
i 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 mladosti,
ali ne vise ovakve
u prosjeku 1938
ja necu imati s kim
ostati mlad ako svi ostarite
i ta ce mi mladost
tesko pasti
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 kisi
u listopadu na otocima
more od olova
i nebo od borova
udaljeni glasovi koji se mijesaju
glas majke, prijatelja, kceri,
ljubavnice, broda, brata
na brzinu pokupljeno rublje pred kisu
i nestalo je svjetla
s tom bjelinom
jos malo setnje uz more
i gotovo

Ne daj se Ines

English Translation

Don’t Give Up, Ines

Don’t give in to the age, oh my Ines
Don’t let yourself into different moves and habits
‘Cos your room was still warm
Convenient arrangement and rare ornament
You had a better taste than me
Your room –  a piece of art
Your maid – hospitalized
You could have always been told
By the colour of your letters,
By the gifts that mattered
A morning after, about nine,
You saw me off at the station
The green bus, chased by an autumn wind,
Just as a leaf was chased down a Belgrade slope
Once upon a time,
The green bus was tearing us apart
Now, I am dressed smart for the night
I’m being watched from aside

Don’t give up, oh, my youth,
Don’t give up, oh, Ines

Our acquaintance had been carefully prepared
And then, after a hot brandy, not as expected
After just a few sentences, something happened…
The desire was barely hidden
Your ways were the ones of a gentle lady
Your cheeks were the ones of a peasant lady
Oh, my crude and my noble one
Your breasts, your bed
But my room was hanging in the air
Like an orange
Like an orange lamp
Over the green and blue Zagreb waters
In 39 Proleterian Brigades Street at Prkovic
The street was wet with windows
Somewhere in the distance, evening streetcars were hardly heard
Those sweet moments of nostalgia, love and poverty
A dormitory bathroom
And please, if anyone asked…

Don’t give up,  Ines

Here I am, getting up
Just to turn the record over
Is it an inconvenient thing to do
At the moment that’s left over
Mozart Requiem Agnus Dei
Anyway, I prefer the begining
I possess another million tender
And inconsiderate data on our youth
Which is deceiving ,
Stealing ,
And leaving us now

Don’t give up , Ines

Tear apart the invitation, don’t take dinner into consideration,
Cheat on your husband
By getting your hair neat
In a hotel – better a bit
Lean your knee upon mine under the table
My generation, my mistress, are you able

I know there will be another youth,
But none like this
1938 in average
If all of you get old

I will have nobody to stay young with
It will be tough for me
But, it seems that you are right
‘Cos I am alone on the shoreline
Abandoned and handed indifferently over to no one
It’s raining again,
As it usually rains
On the islands in October
The sea of lead
The sky of pines
Distant blended voices
The voice of a friend, of a daughter, of a mother
Of a mistress, of a ship, of a brother
The laundry picked up in  haste before the rain began
The light went off
With the pale whiteness
I’ ll walk by the sea a bit more
And it would be over, it would be gone

Don’t give up, Ines

Alternative Translation: Arsen Dedić – Ne daj se Ines

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Hari:
Sve smo podijelili
sve sto se moze
muke se dijele
muke se mnoze

Arsen:
Svakom jednaki dio
ti si danas
sto sam ja nekada bio

Hari:
Sve smo podijelili
ljubavi se dijele
mi smo znali
a one su htjele

Arsen:
Svakom jednaki dio
ti danas smijes
sto ja nekada nisam smio

Duet:
Sve smo podijelili
muziku i rijeci
ti nisi manji, ja nisam veci
Svakom jednaka mjera
ti si iz jednog
a ja iz drugog smjera

Hari:
Sve smo podijelili
sve sto se moze
muke se dijele
muke se mnoze

Arsen:
Svakom jednaki dio
ti si danas
sto sam ja nekada bio

Duet:
Sve smo podijelili
muziku i rijeci
ti nisi manji, ja nisam veci
Svakom jednaka mjera
ti si iz jednog
a ja iz drugog smjera

English Translation

We’ve Shared Everything

Hari:
We’ve shared everything
everything that can be shared
troubles are shared
troubles multiply

Arsen:
An equal share
to both of us
You are today
what I once was

Hari:
We’ve shared everything
loves are shared
we knew
and they were willing

Arsen:
An equal share to both of us
Today you dare
what I once didn’t dare

Duet:
We’ve shared everything
the music and words
you are not smaller, I am not bigger
An equal measure to both of us
You are from one
I’m from the other direction

Hari:
We’ve shared everything
everything that can be shared
troubles are shared
troubles multiply

Arsen:
An equal share
toboth of us
You are today
what I once was

Duet:
We’ve shared everything
the music and words
you are not smaller, I am not bigger
An equal measure to both of us
You are from one
I’m from the other direction

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Ne daj se Ines
Ne daj se godinama moja Ines
Drukčijim pokretima i navikama
Jer još ti je soba topla
Prijatan raspored i rijetki predmeti
Imala si više ukusa od mene
Tvoja soba divota
Gazdarica ti je u bolnici
Uvijek si se razlikovala
Po boji papira svojih pisama, po poklonima
Pratila me sljedećeg jutra oko devet do stanice
I ruši se zeleni autobus tjeran jesenjim vjetrom
Kao list niz jednu beogradsku padinu
u večernjem sam odijelu i opkoljen pogledima

Ne daj se mladosti moja, ne daj se Ines
dugo je pripremano naše poznanstvo
I onda slučajno uz vruću rakiju
I sa svega nekoliko rečenica, loše prikrivena želja
Tvoj je način gospođe i obrazi seljanke
Prostakušo i plemkinjo moja
Pa tvoje grudi, krevet
I moja soba obješena u zraku kao naranča
Kao narančasta svjetiljka nad zelenom i modrom vodom Zagreba
Proleterskih brigada 39. kod Grković
Pokisla ulica od prozora dalje i šum predvečernjih tramvaja
Lijepi trenuci nostalgije, ljubavi i siromaštva
Upotreba zajedničke kupaonice
I “Molim Vas ako me tko traži”
Ne daj se Ines

Evo me ustajem tek da okrenem ploču
Da li je to nepristojno u ovakvom času
Mozart Requiem Agnus Dei
Meni je ipak najdraži početak
Raspolažem s jos milion njeznih
I bezobraznih podataka naše mladosti
Koja nas pred vlastitim očima vara, i krade, i napušta
Ne daj se Ines

Poderi pozivnicu, otkaži večeru, prevari muža
Odlazeći da se počesljaš u nekom boljem hotelu
Dodirni me ispod stola koljenom
Generacijo moja, ljubavnice

Znam da će jos biti mladosti,
Ali ne više ovakve – u prosjeku 1938
Ja neću imati s kim ostati mlad ako svi ostarite
I ta će mi mladost teško pasti
A bit će ipak da ste vi u pravu
Jer sam sam na ovoj obali
Koju ste napustili i predali bezvoljno
A ponovo počinje kiša,
Kao sto već kiši u listopadu na otocima
More od olova i nebo od borova
Udaljeni glasovi koji se miješaju
Glas majke prijatelja, kćeri, ljubavnice, broda, brata
Na brzinu pokupljeno rublje pred kišu
I nestalo je svjetla s tom bjelinom
Još malo šetnje uz more i gotovo

English Translation

Don’t Give Up Ines

Don’t give up Ines
Don’t give in to age my Ines
to different moves and habits
Because your room is still warm
Cozy setting and rarities
You had better taste than me
Your room splendor
Your landlady in the hospital
You were always distinctive
by the colour of your letters, by the gifts
She walked me, the next morning around nine, to the station
And a green bus chased by autumn wind
Like a leaf, going down a Belgrade slope
Wearing my evening suit I am surrounded by stares

Don’t give up, my youth, don’t give up Ines
our acquaintance was  long due
and then by chance, with hot rakija
and with just a few lines, a wish badly hidden
Your way is ladylike and your cheeks rustic
My bumpkin and my gentlewoman
Then your breasts, bed
And my room hanging in the air like orange
Like an orange lamp under the green and blue waters of Zagreb
in Proleterskih brigada 39. beside Grković
Wet street further from the window and evening trolleys buzzing
Beautiful moments of nostalgia, love and poverty
Using communal bathroom
and “Please if someone asks about me”
Do not give up Ines

Here I am getting up only to turn the record over
Is that rude in a moment like this
Mozart Requiem Agnus Dei
I still prefer the beginning
I have access to another million of hers
and naughty data from our youth
That, right there in front of our eyes, deceives us, and robs us, and leaves us
Don’t give up Ines

Tear up the invitation, cancel the dinner, cheat on your husband
on your way for a hairdo in some better hotel
Touch me under the table with your knee
My generation, lover

I know that there will still be youths
But not another one like this  – on average 1938
I won’t have anyone to stay young with if all of you get 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 surrendered half-heartedly
And the rain is starting again
the way it rains in November in the islands
Lead sea and pine sky
Distant voices in the mix
Voice of a friend’s mother, daughter, lover, boat, brother
rapidly picked up clothes before the rain
And the light disappeared with the whiteness
A bit more of walking by the sea and that’s it

Do not give up Ines

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