Paroles et traduction Đorđe Balašević - D - Moll

D - Moll

Odlutaš ponekad i sanjam sam
Priznajem, ne ide, ali pokušavam
I uvek dođe D-mol
Spusti se ko lopov po žicama
Ruke mi napuni tvojim sitnicama
I teško prođe sve to

Jedan D-mol me dobije
Kako odeš ti, u sobi je
Glupi D-mol uvek sazna kad je to

Uhvati me čvrsto i ne popušta
Lud je za tišinom, to ne propušta
Vodi me u svoj plavičasti dol
Jedan D-mol me razvali
Neki bi to prosto tugom nazvali
Nije to, šta je tuga za D-mol

Ponekad te nema i sasvim sam
Izmišljam način da malo smuvam dan
Ali je lukav D-mol
Pusti da se svetla svud priguše
Sačeka poslednje zvezde namiguše
Vuče mi rukav, idemo

Plaši me on, gde si ti?
Hiljadu se stvari moglo desiti
Glupi D-mol, za kim tugujem svu noć

Uzme me u svoju tamnu kočiju
Nebo primi boju tvojih očiju
Znam taj put, to je prečica za bol
Jedan D-mol me razvali
Neki bi to prosto tugom nazvali
Nije to, šta je tuga za D-mol

Ostala je knjiga sa par nepročitanih strana
I neke stvarčice od Herendi porcelana
Jedan pulover u kom si bila
I ostala je ploča "Best of Ry Cooder"
I fina mala plava kutijica za puder
I ja sam te ostao željan dok me bude, moja mila

D - Minor

Sometimes you wander off and I dream alone
I admit, it doesn't work, but I try
And D-minor always comes
It descends like a thief on the strings
Fills my hands with your little things
And it's hard for all that to pass

One D-minor gets me
How do you leave, it's in the room
Stupid D-minor always knows when it is

It grabs me tight and doesn't let go
It's crazy for silence, it doesn't miss it
It leads me to its bluish valley
One D-minor breaks me apart
Some would simply call it sadness
It's not that, what is sadness for D-minor

Sometimes you're not here and I'm all alone
I invent a way to make the day a little bit different
But D-minor is cunning
It lets the lights dim everywhere
Waits for the last stars to wink
It pulls my sleeve, let's go

It scares me, where are you?
A thousand things could have happened
Stupid D-minor, for whom I grieve all night

It takes me in its dark carriage
The sky takes the color of your eyes
I know this path, it's a shortcut to pain
One D-minor breaks me apart
Some would simply call it sadness
It's not that, what is sadness for D-minor

The book remains with a few unread pages
And some trinkets from Herendi porcelain
One sweater you were in
And the "Best of Ry Cooder" record remains
And a fine little blue powder box
And I've remained longing for you as long as I live, my dear