D-Moll [English translation]

Sometimes you drift away, and I dream alone

I admit, it's not going well, but I carry on

And it always comes, D minor

It comes like a thief down the strings

Fills my hands with your little things

And it doesn't go away easily

That one D minor gets me

The moment you leave, it's in my room

Stupid D minor, it always knows when that is

It grabs me tightly and doesn't let go

It adores silence, it never misses it

It carries me to its bluish home

One D minor tears me apart

Some would simply call it sadness

But it's not that, sadness is nothing compared to D minor

Sometimes you're not there, and all alone

I try to find ways to fool the day

But it's sneaky, that D minor

It lies low until the lights go down

It waits for the last blinking stars

It pulls on my sleeve, let's go

The D minor scares me, where are you?

A thousand things could've happened

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

It takes me into its dark carriage

The sky takes on the colour of your eyes

I know that way, it's the shortcut to pain

One D minor tears me apart

Some would simply call it sadness

But it's not that, sadness is nothing compared to D minor

A book was left behind, with a few unread pages

And some small things made of Herendi porcelain

And a jumper that you wore

And a record was left, "Best of Ry Cooder"

And a fine little blue box for face powder

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

My love