Gloomy Sunday

Sunday is gloomy
 My hours are slumberless
 Dearest the shadows
 I live with the 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
 Gloomy is Sunday
 With shadows I spend it all
 My heart and I
 Have decided to end it all
 Soon there'll be candles
 And prayers that are sad, I know
 Let them not weep
 Let them 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