Letra de 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 thoughts
Of ever returning you
Would they be angry
If I thought of joining you?

Gloomy sunday...

Gloomy is sunday
With shadows I spend in all
My heart and I have decided
To end it all
Soon there'll be flowers
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...