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 that black coach Of sorrow has taken you It's a Gloomy Sunday Angels have no thought Of ever returning you Would they be angry If I thought of joining you Soon there'll be candles And prayers that are said, I know Let them not weep Let them know that I'm glad to go Death is a dream For in death I'm caressing you With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessin' you Gloomy Sunday Gloomy 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 said, I know Let them not weep Let them know that I'm glad to go Gloomy Sunday Saddest of Sundays It's one Gloomy Sunday One Gloomy Sunday