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…