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