Gloomy Sunday
Sunday is gloomyMy hours are slumberlessdearest the shadowsI live with are numberless
Little white flowerswill never awaken you,not where the black coachof sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thoughtof ever returning youwould they be angryif I thought of joining you?
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy Sundaywith shadows I spend it allmy heart and Ihave decided to end it all
Soon there'll be prayersand candles are lit, I knowlet them not weeplet them know, that I'm glad to go
Death is no dreamfor in death I'm caressing youwith the last breath of my soulI'll be blessing you
Gloomy Sunday
Dreaming, I was only dreamingI wake and I find you asleepon deep in my heart, dear
Darling, I hopethat my dream hasn't haunted youmy heart is telling youhow much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday