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…