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