D-Moll [English translation]

Sometimes you wander off and I dream alone,

It doesn’t work, but I try to carry on,

And he always comes, D-minor.

He creeps as a thief over strings,

Fills my hands with your funky things,

And it’s really hard to let go.

D-minor gets under my skin,

As soon as you leave, he sets in,

Stupid D-minor, he just always, always knows.

Grabs me tight, sweeps me off my feet,

He’s crazy about silence, doesn’t miss a beat,

He takes me to his bluish home.

Lonely D-minor breaks me apart,

Some would simply call it a broken heart,

But a heartache can’t compare to D-minor.

All by myself when you are away,

Looking how to re-invent the day,

He has his sly ways, D-minor.

He lets all the lights grow dim,

Waits for the flirty stars to start flickering,

Pulls on my sleeve: “Let’s go”.

He stirs my fears, oh where are you?

A thousand things could have gone askew.

Stupid D-minor, throughout the night, who is he crying for?

He takes me in his carriage, and the skies

get painted with the color of your eyes,

I know that route, that’s a shortcut for the blues.

Lonely D-minor breaks me apart,

Some would simply call it a broken heart,

But a heartache can’t compare to D-minor.

You left a book with a bookmark in,

And a Herend china figurine,

One sweater you were wearing,

“The Best of Ry Cooder” vinyl long play,

And a delicate, blue powder tray,

And me, longing for you till the end of days,

My darling.