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 and prayers that are sad, 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, dear
 Darling I hope that my dream never haunted you
 My heart is telling you how much I wanted you
 Gloomy Sunday