Текст песни 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 dark coach of sorrow has taken you Sunday is gloomy on shadows, I spend it all My heart and I have decided to end it all Soon there'll be candles and prayers that are sad I know Let them not weep, let them know that I'm glad to go Angels have no thought of ever returning you Would they be angry if I thought of joining you Gloomy Sunday Death is no dream for in death I'm carressing you With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you Gloomy Sunday