Gloomy Sunday

Sunday is Gloomy,My hours are slumberless,Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberlessLittle white flowers will never awaken you
Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken youAngels have no thought of ever returning youWould they be angry if I thought of joining youGloomy Sunday
Sunday is gloomywith shadows I spend it allMy heart and I have decided to end it allSoon there'll be flowers 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 youWith the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing youGloomy Sunday
DreamingI was only dreamingI wake and I find youAsleep in the deep ofMy heartDear
Darling I hope that my dream never haunted youMy heart is telling you how much I wanted youGloomy Sunday