"Gloomy Sunday" lyrics - GITANE DEMONE

"Gloomy Sunday"
(Sam M. Lewis / Rezso Seress)

Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless
Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless
Little white flowers will never awaken you
Not when the black coach of sorrow has taken you

Sunday is gloomy, and shadows I spend 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 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 heart I'll be blessing you

Gloomy Sunday