Translation of the song lyrics D - moll - Đorđe Balašević

D - moll (original)

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…

D - moll (translation)

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…