Little white flowers will never awaken you
I wake and I find you asleep in the deep of my heart here
But let them not weep, let them know that I'm glad to go
Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you
My heart and I have decided to end it all
My heart is tellin' you how much I wanted you
Wouldn't they be angry if I thought of joining you?
With the last breath of my soul, I'll be blessin' you
Gloomy Sunday
Angels have no thoughts of ever returning you
Soon there'll be candles and prayers that are said I know
Death is no dream, for in death I'm caressin' you
Gloomy is Sunday, with shadows I spend it all
Dreaming, I was only dreaming
Darling I hope that my dream never haunted you
Gloomy Sunday
