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.

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. But
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.