D - moll - Đorđe Balašević

Odlutas ponekad i sanjam sam, priznajem ne ide, ali pokusavam

I uvijek dodje D-moll.

Spusti se ko lopov po zicama, ruke mi napuni tvojim sitnicama

I tesko prodje sve to.

Jedan D-moll me dobije, kako odes ti u sobi je Glupi D-moll uvijek sazna kad je to Uhvati me cvrsto i ne popusta, lud je za tisinom, to ne propusta

Vodi me u svoj plavicasti dol.

Jedan D-moll me razvali, neki bi to prosto tugom nazvali,

Nije to, sta je tuga za D-moll.

Ponekad te nema i sasvim sam izmisljam nacin da malo smuvam dan

Ali je lukav D-moll

Pusti da se svjetla svud priguse, saceka posljednje zvijezde namiguse

Vuce mi rukav, idemo.

Plasi me on, gdje si ti, hiljadu se stvari moglo desiti

Glupi D-moll, za kim tuguje svu noc.

Uzme me u svoju tamnu kociju, nebo primi boju tvojih ociju

Znam taj put, to je precica za bol.

Jedan D-moll me razvali, neki bi to prosto tugom nazvali,

Nije to, sta je tuga za D-moll

Ostala je knjiga sa par neprocitanih strana

I neke stvarcice od herendi porcelana

I jedan pulover

U kom si bila

Ostala je ploca Best Of Ry Cooder

I fina mala plava kutijica za puder

I ja sam te ostao zeljan dok me bude

Moja mila…

Sometimes I wander off and dream alone, I admit it doesn't work, but I try

And always comes D minor.

Get down like a thief on the strings, fill my hands with your little things

And it's hard to get through it all.

One D-moll gets me, how do you go in the room is Stupid D-moll always finds out when it's Catch me tight and don't give up, he's crazy about silence, he doesn't miss

Take me to your blue valley.

One D minor broke me, some would just call it sadness,

It's not that sadness for D minor.

Sometimes you're gone and I make up my own way to make the day

But he is a cunning D minor

Let the lights dim everywhere, wait for the last stars to wink

He's pulling my sleeve, let's go.

He scares me, where are you, a thousand things could have happened

Stupid D minor, for whom he mourns all night.

Take me in your dark chariot, heaven receive the color of your eyes

I know that way, it's a shortcut to pain.

One D minor broke me, some would just call it sadness,

It's not that sadness for D minor

The rest is a book with a couple of unread pages

And some things from herendi porcelain

And one sweater

Who you were in

The rest is the Best Of Ry Cooder record

And a nice little blue powder box

And I stayed with you longing for me

My darling…