Gloomy Sunday
Sunday is gloomy, the hours are slumberlessDearest of shadows I live with are numberlessLittle white flowers will never awaken youNot where the dark coach of sorrow has taken youAngels have no thought of ever returning youWould they be angry if I thought of joining you?
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy Sunday, with shadows I spend it allMy heart and I have decided to end it allSoon there'll be prayers and candles are lit, I knowLet them not weep, let them know, that I'm glad to go
Death is a dream, for in death I'm caressing youWith the last breath of my soul, I'll be blessing you
Gloomy Sunday
DreamingI was only dreamingI awake and I find you asleep and deep in my heartDear...Darling, I hope that my dream hasn't haunted youMy heart is telling you how much I wanted you
Gloomy SundayIt's absolutely gloomy SundayGloomy Sunday