Little white flowers will

Of sorrow has taken you
My heart is telling you
With shadows I spend it all

My heart dear
And prayers that are sad
I know, let them not weep
Would they be angry
Not where the black coach
My heart and I have
Soul I'll be blessing you
Death is no dream
Darling I hope that my dream
Sunday is gloomy
Decided to end it all
I live with are numberless
Ever returning you
Dreaming
If I thought of joining you
How much I wanted you
Let then know
For in death I'm caressing you
Soon there'll be flowers
Never awaken you
I was only dreaming
Gloomy Sunday
With the last breath of my
Asleep in the deep of
Angels have no thought of
I wake and I find you
Gloomy Sunday
Never haunted you
That I'm glad to go
Dearest the shadows
Gloomy Sunday