Gloomy Sunday

Sunday is gloomy

My hours are sumberless

Dear is the shadow

I live with are numberless

Little white flowers

Will never awaken you

Not where the dark coach of sorrow has take you

Sunday is gloomy

In shadows I spend it all

My heart and I decided to end it all

Soon there will be candles

And prayers are the sad I know

Let them not rip

Let them that im glad to go

Angels have no tought of ever returning you

would they be angry

If I thought to joining you

Angels have no thoughts

Of ever returning you

Wouldnt they be angry

If I thought of joining you?

Gloomy sunday