Gloomy Sunday from the film of Budapest

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

Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy Sunday

Gloomy Sunday
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 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 the last breath of my soul
I'll be blessing you

Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy Sunday

DreamingI was only dreaming
I wake and I find you asleep
In the deep ofMy heart
Darling I hope that my dream never
haunted you
My heart is telling you
How much I wanted you

Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy Sunday

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