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 lit and prayers that are
sad, I know.
Let them not weep, tell them 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 here.
Darling, I hope that my dream never haunted you.
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you.
Gloomy Sunday.