Gloomy Sunday

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 

 Angels have no thought of ever returning you
Would they be angry if I thought of joining you

Sunday is gloomy with shadows I spend it all 
My heart and I have decided to end it all 

Soon there’ll be flowers and prayers that are said, I know,

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 the last breath of my soul I’ll be blessing you 

Dreaming 
I was only dreaming 
I wake and I find you asleep in the deep of  my heart dear 

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