Gloomy Sunday

Sunday is gloomy

My hours are slumberless

Dearest the shadows

I live with are numberless

Little white flowers will

Never awaken you

Not where the black coach

Of sorrow has taken you

Angels have no thought of

Ever returning you

Would they be angry

If I thought of joining you

Gloomy Sunday

Sunday is gloomy

With shadows I spend it all

My heart and I have

Decided to end it all

Soon there'll be flowers

And prayers that are sad

I know, let them not weep

Let then know

That I'm glad to go

Death is no dream

For in death I'm caressing you

With the last breath of my

Soul I'll be blessing you

Gloomy Sunday

Dreaming

I was only dreaming

I wake and I find you

Asleep in the deep of

My heart dear

Darling I hope that my dream

Never haunted you

My heart is telling you

How much I wanted you

Gloomy Sunday