Gloomy Sunday

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 thoughtf

ever returning you

Would they be angry

if I thoughtf joining you

Gloomy Sunday.

Sunday is gloomy

with shadows I spend it all

My heart and I have

decided tond it all

Soon there'll be candles

and prayers are said

I know

let them not weep

let them know

that I'm glad to go

Death is noream

for ineath I'm caressing you

With the last breathfy

soul I'll be blessing you

Gloomy Sunday

Dreaming

I wasnlyreaming

I wake and I find you

asleep in theeepf

my heartear

Darling I hope thatyream

never haunted you

My heart is telling you

howuch I wanted you

Gloomy Sunday.