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 takenyou
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
Ihave decided to end it all
Soon there’ll be flowers and prayers
That are said I know
But let them not weep
Let themknow 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 Gloomy Sunday。