D-Moll [English translation]

You wander away sometimes and I dream alone

I admit, it’s not working, but I’m trying

and he always comes, D minor

Comes like a thief down the strings,

fills my hands with your thingies

and all of that is hard to go through.

A D minor gets to me,

as soon as you leave – he’s in the room

stupid D minor, always finds out when that is

He grabs me firmly and doesn’t let go

he is crazy about silence, never misses it

Takes me to his blueish home.

A D minor, wrecks me

some would simply call that – sorrow

That’s not it. What is sorrow for a D minor?

Sometimes you’re not around and, all alone,

I’m searching for a way to trick the day a bit

but the D minor is cunning

He lets all lights go dim

waits for the last twinkling stars

pulls my sleeve – Lets go!

He scares me; where are you?

a thousand things might have happened

stupid D minor, who is he mourning for all night

He takes me into his dark carriage

the sky turns into color of your eyes

I know the road, it’s a shortcut to pain

A D minor, wrecks me

some would simply call that – sorrow

That’s not it. What is sorrow for a D minor?

There remained a book with a couple of unread pages

and some small things made of Herendi porcelain

and a pullover that you’ve worn…

There remained a record – The Best of Ry Cooder;

and a classy little powder box

and I remained yearning for you, for as long as I live,

my dear…

• Artist:Đorđe Balašević
• Album:Tri posleratna druga (1989)