Gloomy Sunday

(Atrocities)

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

Sunday is gloomy,

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

But let them not weep

Let them know that I'm glad to go

Angels have no thoughts

Of ever returning you

Wouldn't they be angry

If I thought of joining you?

Gloomy Sunday

Death is no dream

For in death I'm caressin' you

With the last breath of my soul

I'll be blessin' you

Gloomy Sunday