Gloomy Sunday (von Hausswolff Anna)

Gloomy sunday My hours are slumberless Dearest of shadows I sleep with are numberless Little white flowers Will never awaken you Not where the black coaches Of sorrow has taken you Angels have no thoughts of ever returning you Would they be angry If I thought of joining you Gloomy sunday Gloomy sunday With shadows I spend it all My heart and I Have decided to end it all Soon there’ll be candles and Prayers that’s sad I know But let them not weep Let them know that I’m glad to go Death is no dream for in Death I’m caressing you With a the last of my breath Of my soul I’ll be blessing you Gloomy sunday