Sunday is gloomy
my times are slumberless
Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless
Little white flowers will never awaken you. Not where the dark coach 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
Sunday is gloomy
with shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decided to end it all
Soon there’ll be flowers and prayers said 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 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 my dream hasn’t haunted you
Darling
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday.