Don't Give Up Ines Don't give up Ines Don't give in to years my Ines to different moves and habits Because your room is still warm Cosy setup 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 is going down Like a leaf down a Belgrade slope Wearing my evening suit I am surrounded by ...