Gloomy Sunday (Live)

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 so 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 thoughts of ever returning you
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?

Death is no dream, for in death I am caressing you
With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you

Gloomy Sunday

Merci