And now for something completely different (below) 😄 Found the lyrics translated to English , and it's a pretty good translation so I figured hey why not. It's basically a Yugoslav poem recited to music by Rade Serbedzija....
(either you know him as Gregorovitch in "Harry Potter" och Dr. Milich in "Eyes Wide Shut"....or Homeless Man in "Batman Begins", lol)
Don't give in Ines Don't give in to the years my Ines to different ways and habits Because your room is still warm pleasant arrangement with rare items You had more taste than me your room, splendour Your landlady away in the hospital
You always distinguished yourself by the colored paper of your letters, by the gifts You walked me the next morning around nine to the station Tumbling down the hill, a 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, a 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 Grkovic The rain washed the street far from the window, and the 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 perhaps improper in a moment like this? Mozart Requiem Agnus Dei the begining is still my favorite I have at my disposal yet 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 comb your hair in some fancy hotel touch my knee under the table my generation, my lover
I know there will be other youths but not like ours, on average 1938 I'll have no one to stay young with if all of you grow old and that youth will become hard on me But I suppose you were right after all 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 shore and it's over Don't give in Ines
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