Gloomy Sunday

Gloomy sunday

My hours are slumberless

Dearest of shadows

I sleep with are numberless

Little white flowers

Will never awaken you

Not where the black coaches

Of sorrow has taken you

Angels have no thoughts of ever returning you

Would they be angry

If I thought of joining you

Gloomy sunday

Gloomy 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’s 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 a the last of my breath

Of my soul

I’ll be blessing you

Gloomy sunday