Christian Death - Gloomy Sunday текст песни

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