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 thoughts
Of ever returning you
Would they be angry
If I thought of joining you?
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy is Sunday
With shadows I spend it all
My heart and I
Have decided to end it all
Soon there'll be candles
And pra
May I kiss you wound?
Maybe that will heal my soul.
Free me from this tomb, light my darkness, make me whole!
Let me take your hand, and together we shall fly to a lonely place,
where as 'lovers' we can die.
In an land ... so dark ... of seven moons ... eternal night, with a
sky of thousand stars, yet, for us there is no light...- there
waits no light.