D-Moll [English translation]

You wander away sometimes, and I dream alone

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

and it always comes, D minor

It floats down my strings, like a thief,

it fills my hands with your trinkets

and all of that is hard to deal with

D minor triumphs over me

as soon as you leave, it fills the room

stupid D minor, it always finds out when that happens

It grabs me firmly and doesn’t let go

it is crazy about silence, never misses that chance

It takes me to its blueish home.

D minor wrecks me

Some would simply call that sorrow

That is not it. Sorrow doesn't compare to D minor!

Sometimes you’re not around and all alone

I look for a way to spend the day

But D minor, it is cunning.

It let's the lights go dim

it waits for the last twinkling stars

it pulls my sleeve, let's go

It worries me, where are you?

A thousand things could have happened

Stupid D minor, for whom does it mourn all night long?

It takes me into his dark carriage

the sky takes the color of your eyes

I know this path, it's the shortcut to pain.

D minor wrecks me

Some would simply call that sorrow

That is not it. Sorrow doesn't compare to D minor!

A book remained, with a couple of unread pages

And some small things made of Herendi porcelain

And a pullover that you’ve worn

A record remained: "The Best of Ry Cooder"

And a classy little powder box

And I was left yearning for you, as long as I live

my dear…