Текст и перевод песни Đorđe Balašević - D-Moll

D-Moll

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

Jedan D-moll me dobije
Kako odeš ti u sobi je
Glupi D-moll 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-moll me razvali
Neki bi to prosto tugom nazvali
Nije to, šta je tuga
Za D-moll

Ponekad te nema i sasvim sam
Izmišljam naćin da malo smuvam dan
Ali je lukav D-moll
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-moll, za kim tugujem svu noč
Uzme me u svoju tamnu kočiju
Nebo primi boju tvojih očiju
Znam taj put, to je prečica za bol
Jedan D-moll me razvali
Neki bi to prosto tugom nazvali
Nije to, šta je tuga za D-moll

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

D-Moll

Sometimes you wander and I dream too
I admit it's not going well, but I'm trying
And then comes D-minor
Creeping like a thief along the strings
Filling my hands with your little trinkets
And it's hard to get through it all

A D-minor gets me
When you leave, it's in the room
That foolish D-minor always knows when it's time
It grabs me tight and won't let go
It's crazy for silence, it won't miss it
Leading me into its pale blue valley

A D-minor breaks me down
Some would simply call it sorrow
It's not, what is sorrow
For a D-minor

Sometimes you're not around and I'm all alone
I find a way to stir up the day a little
But D-minor is clever
Letting the lights dim everywhere
Waiting for the last stars to twinkle
Tugging at my sleeve, let's go

It scares me where you are
A thousand things could have happened
That foolish D-minor, who I mourn all night
Takes me in its dark carriage
The sky takes on the color of your eyes
I know that road, it's a shortcut to pain
A D-minor breaks me down
Some would simply call it sorrow
It's not, what is sorrow for a D-minor

There's still a book
With a few unread pages
And some trinkets from Herendi porcelain
A sweater you wore
And there's still Best of Ry Cooder's record
And a fine little blue box for powder
And I'm left longing for you
As long as I live, my dear