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 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 That are said 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 Gloomy Sunday Gloomy Sunday Gloomy Sunday Dreaming, I was only dreaming I wake and I find you asleep In the deep of my heart dear 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