Paroles et traduction Arsen Dedić - Ne Daj Se Ines

Ne Daj Se Ines

Ne daj se, Ines
Ne daj se godinama, moja Ines
Drugačijim 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, i pratila me sljedećeg jutra, oko devet, do stanice
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

A tvoje grudi, krevet
I moja soba obješena u zraku kao narandža
Kao narandžasta 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 netko 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 još milion nježnih 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 počešljaš
U nekom boljem hotelu
Dodirni me ispod stola koljenom
Generacijo moja, ljubavnice

Znam da će još 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 što 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
Ne daj se, Ines

Don't Give In, Ines

Don't give in, Ines
Don't give in to the years, my Ines
To 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 is a delight
Your landlady is in the hospital

You always stood out with the color of the paper of your letters
With your gifts, and following me the next morning, around nine, to the station
The green bus tumbles, driven by the autumn wind
Like a leaf down a Belgrade slope
I'm in my evening suit and surrounded by glances
Don't give in, my youth
Don't give in, Ines

Our acquaintance was long prepared
And then, by chance, with hot brandy
And with just a few sentences, a poorly concealed desire
You have the manner of a lady and the cheeks of a peasant girl
My little vulgar, my noblewoman

And your breasts, the bed
And my room, hanging in the air like an orange
Like an orange lamp above the green and blue water of Zagreb
Proleterskih brigada 39, at Grković's
The wet street from the window onwards and the sound of evening trams
Beautiful moments of nostalgia, love, and poverty
Sharing a bathroom
And please, if anyone asks

Don't give in, Ines
Here I am, getting up just to turn the record over
Is that rude at a time like this?
Mozart, Requiem, Agnus Dei
I still like the beginning the best
I have a million more tender and naughty details of our youth
Which deceives and steals and abandons us before our very eyes

Don't give in, Ines
Tear up the invitation, cancel the dinner
Deceive your husband, leaving to comb your hair
In some better hotel
Touch me under the table with your knee
My generation, my mistress

I know there will still be youth
But not like this one, averaging 1938
I won't have anyone to stay young with if you all grow old
And that youth will be hard for me
And it will still be that you are right because I am alone on this shore
Which you have abandoned and surrendered listlessly
And the rain begins again, as it already rains in October on the islands

A sea of lead and a sky of pines
Distant voices mingling
The voice of mother, friend, daughter, lover, ship, brother
Laundry hastily gathered before the rain
And the light vanished with that whiteness
A little more walking by the sea and that's it
Don't give in, Ines