Goran Bregovic

Goran Bregovic - Pou Na 'Sai Twra, Anna (Don'T Give Up Anna) songtekst

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Kane kuragio, Anna.

Palepse ta hronia.

Anna mu, me tis aliotikes sunithies

tis aliotikes kinisis

Ihes poli kalus tropus

fenotan oti isun apo alo kosmo

Omos esi ekanes o ti boruses

gia na min to dihnis

den perifronuses ti ftohia

ala ute se goiteve idietera

ola se sena itan diaforetika 

To domatio su me ta spania andikimena

sigura ixes kalitero gusto apo mena

erhosun ke m'evriskes

to krevati mu, to stithos su

Anna, mikri prostihi kiria

ke kato ap'ta parathira, bregmenos dromos

o ihos tu trenu, to surupo

ke to domatio mu Anna

kremasmeno ston aera

san portokali.

kane kuragio, Anna.


Pu na 'se tora?

Pios kseri pos pernas...

pu na 'se tora? Ach, pos andehis?

Horis na ehis afto pu agapas

ke dihos n'agapas afto pu ehis...


Kseris Anna, emis i dio

itan grafto na sinandithume

Ti na kserun? Pos borun na kserun i ali?

Sinomiliki, mikri eromeni mu

Thimase? ekatomiria stigmes,

stigmes pu oso pane ke ligostevun

echi opos kapii tis leilatun

brosta sta matia mas, kathe mera


Adika palevo na tis kratiso, adika.

kilane vuva ke fefgun

pros ti megali thalasa.

Perasan tosa hronia

den forao pia to fititiko mu bufan

ke discolevame na sinithiso

afto to kalorameno kustumi

Den perifrono to hrima

ala ute me goiteve idietera

Motzart, Rekviem, Agnus Dei, Yesterday


Apopse tha'rtho sto proto su oniro

Mi gerasis Anna, mi gerasis

Pes psemata ston andra su

skise tin prosklisi, akirose to dipno

Akubise me, opos tote, me to gonato su

kato apo to trapezi

Apopse, Anna.

Sto kalitero ksenodohio

Apopse.

Sto proto su oniro.

Kane kuragio Anna.


Pu na 'se tora?

Pios kseri pos pernas...

pu na 'se tora? Ach, pos andehis?

Horis na ehis afto pu agapas

ke dihos n'agapas afto pu ehis...


Mi gerasis Anna, mi gerasis

Giati den tha'ho pia kanenan 

ke tipota na me kratisi neo

Monos mu epimeno akoma edo

Parolo pu arhise pali na vrehi

Echi opos vrehi panta sta nisia

Oktovri mina.

Thimase?

Thalassa apo molivi ke uranos apo pefka

apomakres, anakates fones

I foni tis miteras, tu filu, tis koris

tu adelfu, tis eromenis

tis sirinas tu pliu

Ruha lefka, viastika mazemena

ligo prin ti vrohi

enas sindomos peripatos

akoma...eki. Dipla sti thalassa.

Ki istera... telos, telos.

Kane kuragio Anna.


Pu na 'se tora?

Pios kseri pos pernas...

pu na 'se tora? Ach, pos andehis?

Horis na ehis afto pu agapas

ke dihos n'agapas afto pu ehis...


Kane kuragio, Anna...


ENGLISH TRANSLATION


Kane kouragio Anna,

fight with time

My Anna, with the different habits

the different moves

You had very good manners

It was obvious that you were coming from another world

But you were doing everything you could

in order not to show it

You didn't contemn poorness

but it didn't attract you as well

Everything in you was different

Your room with the rare objects

the letters, the gifts

You bet that you had a better taste than mine!

You were coming to find me

My bed, your breast...

Anna, little dirty lady

And outside (down) the windows, a wet road

the sound of the train, the nightfall

And my room, Anna

hanged in the air

like an orange

Kane kouragio Anna


Who knows where you are now

who knows how you are doing

Who knows where you are now. How you can do

without having what you love

and without loving what you have...


You know Anna, for the two of us,

it was written (in the destiny) to meet

What could others know? How could they know?

My coetaneous, little lover 

Do you remember? Millions of moments

moments that become fewer and fewer

as some foray them

in front of our eyes, every day

Hopelessly (!) I fight to keep them, hopelessly (! again)

they trickle slow and they go

towards the big sea

So many years have passed

I don't wear my student jacket anymore

and I can hardly get used 

to this well needled costume

I don't contemn money

but it doesn't attract me so much

Agnus Dei, Yesterday


Tonight I will visit your first dream

Don't get old Anna, don't get old

Lie to your husband

Rip the invitation, cancel the dinner

Touch me, like that time, with your knee

under the table

Tonight, Anna

In the best hotel

Tonight

In your first dream

Kane kouragio Anna


Who knows where you are now

who knows how you are doing

Who knows where you are now. How you can do

without having what you love

and without loving what you have...


Don't get old Anna, don't get old

because I won't have anybody and anything

to keep me young

I am alone, still insisting here

although it has again started to rain

as it always rains in the islands

during October

Remember?

A sea made of lead and a sky of pines

Remote, mixed voices

The voice of the mother, of the friend, of the daughter,

of the brother, of the lover

of the siren of the ship

White clothes, removed quickly

just before the rain

The light was lost with them

A short walk

still...there. Next to the sea

And then...the end, the end

Kane kouragio Anna


Who knows where you are now

who knows how you are doing

Who knows where you are now. How you can do

without having what you love

and without loving what you have...


Kane kouragio Anna...
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