Gloomy Sunday

Sunday is gloomy my hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless
Little white flowers will never awaken you
Now that the black coach of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thought of ever returning you
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?

Gloomy is Sunday, with shadows I've spent it all
My heart and I have decided to end it all
Soon there'll be flowers and prayers that are sad, I know
Let them not weep, let them know I was glad to go
Death is no dream, for in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my heart, I'll be blessing you

Dreaming, I was only dreaming...

I awake and I find you asleep in the deep of my heartbeat

Darling I hope, that my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you how much it wanted you