D-Moll [English translation]

Sometimes you drift away, I dream alone

I confess I can't, but I try, because you're gone,

then always comes, D-minor

It climbs down like a thief along the strings

and fills my hands with your petty things,

it does not pass simply so

A D-minor becomes my doom

as soon as you go, he's in the room

stupid D-minor always finds out when you re gone

It catches me firmly and does nor relent,

it's crazy for the silence, and does not repent,

then it takes me to his blue colored dene

A D-minor has demolished me,

some would say the sadness came over me

oh no, what is sadness to D-minor

Sometimes you re not here, and all alone

am trying not to think till the day is gone,

but it's shrewd, D-minor

It lets the lights get dimmer all around

and then it waits until the winky stars abound

it pulls on my sleeve, let's go

Scares me with your whereabouts

and with the thousand things that could come to pass

stupid D-minor, who makes it sad all night long?

It overcomes me without too many tries

the sky gets the color of your eyes

I know that road, a shortcut to dolor

A D-minor has demolished me,

and some would say the sadness came over me

oh no, what is sadness to D-minor

• Artist:Đorđe Balašević
• Album:Tri posleratna druga (1989)