Pou Na 'Sai Twra, Anna (Don't Give Up Anna) Lyrics by Goran Bregovic

Pou Na 'Sai Twra, Anna (Don't Give Up Anna)

Kane kuragio, Anna.Palepse ta hronia.Anna mu, me tis aliotikes sunithiestis aliotikes kinisisIhes poli kalus tropusfenotan oti isun apo alo kosmoOmos esi ekanes o ti borusesgia na min to dihnisden perifronuses ti ftohiaala ute se goiteve idieteraola se sena itan diaforetika To domatio su me ta spania andikimenasigura ixes kalitero gusto apo menaerhosun ke m'evriskesto krevati mu, to stithos suAnna, mikri prostihi kiriake kato ap'ta parathira, bregmenos dromoso ihos tu trenu, to surupoke to domatio mu Annakremasmeno ston aerasan portokali.kane kuragio, Anna.Pu na 'se tora?Pios kseri pos pernas...pu na 'se tora? Ach, pos andehis?Horis na ehis afto pu agapaske dihos n'agapas afto pu ehis...Kseris Anna, emis i dioitan grafto na sinandithumeTi na kserun? Pos borun na kserun i ali?Sinomiliki, mikri eromeni muThimase? ekatomiria stigmes,stigmes pu oso pane ke ligostevunechi opos kapii tis leilatunbrosta sta matia mas, kathe meraAdika palevo na tis kratiso, adika.kilane vuva ke
fefgunpros ti megali thalasa.Perasan tosa hroniaden forao pia to fititiko mu bufanke discolevame na sinithisoafto to kalorameno kustumiDen perifrono to hrimaala ute me goiteve idieteraMotzart, Rekviem, Agnus Dei, YesterdayApopse tha'rtho sto proto su oniroMi gerasis Anna, mi gerasisPes psemata ston andra suskise tin prosklisi, akirose to dipnoAkubise me, opos tote, me to gonato sukato apo to trapeziApopse, Anna.Sto kalitero ksenodohioApopse.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 agapaske dihos n'agapas afto pu ehis...Mi gerasis Anna, mi gerasisGiati den tha'ho pia kanenan ke tipota na me kratisi neoMonos mu epimeno akoma edoParolo pu arhise pali na vrehiEchi opos vrehi panta sta nisiaOktovri mina.Thimase?Thalassa apo molivi ke uranos apo pefkaapomakres, anakates fonesI foni tis miteras, tu filu, tis koristu adelfu, tis eromenistis sirinas tu pliuRuha lefka, viastika mazemenal
igo prin ti vrohienas sindomos peripatosakoma...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 agapaske dihos n'agapas afto pu ehis...Kane kuragio, Anna...ENGLISH TRANSLATIONKane kouragio Anna,fight with timeMy Anna, with the different habitsthe different movesYou had very good mannersIt was obvious that you were coming from another worldBut you were doing everything you couldin order not to show itYou didn't contemn poornessbut it didn't attract you as wellEverything in you was differentYour room with the rare objectsthe letters, the giftsYou bet that you had a better taste than mine!You were coming to find meMy bed, your breast...Anna, little dirty ladyAnd outside [down] the windows, a wet roadthe sound of the train, the nightfallAnd my room, Annahanged in the airlike an orangeKane kouragio AnnaWho knows where you are nowwho knows how you are doingWho
knows where you are now. How you can dowithout having what you loveand without loving what you have...You know Anna, for the two of us,it was written [in the destiny] to meetWhat could others know? How could they know?My coetaneous, little lover Do you remember? Millions of momentsmoments that become fewer and feweras some foray themin front of our eyes, every dayHopelessly [!] I fight to keep them, hopelessly [! again]they trickle slow and they gotowards the big seaSo many years have passedI don't wear my student jacket anymoreand I can hardly get used to this well needled costumeI don't contemn moneybut it doesn't attract me so muchAgnus Dei, YesterdayTonight I will visit your first dreamDon't get old Anna, don't get oldLie to your husbandRip the invitation, cancel the dinnerTouch me, like that time, with your kneeunder the tableTonight, AnnaIn the best hotelTonightIn your first dreamKane kouragio AnnaWho knows where you are nowwho knows how you are doingWho knows where
you are now. How you can dowithout having what you loveand without loving what you have...Don't get old Anna, don't get oldbecause I won't have anybody and anythingto keep me youngI am alone, still insisting herealthough it has again started to rainas it always rains in the islandsduring OctoberRemember?A sea made of lead and a sky of pinesRemote, mixed voicesThe voice of the mother, of the friend, of the daughter,of the brother, of the loverof the siren of the shipWhite clothes, removed quicklyjust before the rainThe light was lost with themA short walkstill...there. Next to the seaAnd then...the end, the endKane kouragio AnnaWho knows where you are nowwho knows how you are doingWho knows where you are now. How you can dowithout having what you loveand without loving what you have...Kane kouragio Anna...