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 comes down the strings like a thief,

it fills my hands with your trifles

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 is

He 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. What is sorrow for D-minor?

Sometimes you’re not around and all alone

I search for a way to fool the day

but D-minor is cunning

It lets all lights go dim

it waits for the last twinkling stars

it pulls my sleeve, lets go

It scares me, where are you?

a thousand things could have happened

stupid D-minor, who do I mourn for all night?

He takes me into his dark carriage

the sky turns into color of your eyes

I know the road, it is the shortcut to pain

D-minor wrecks me

some would simply call that sorrow

That is 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…