Текст песни Szomoru Vasarnap - Gloomy Sunday - Kronos Quartet

Sunday is gloomy
My hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadows
I live with are numberless
Little white flowers
Will never waken you
Mot 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
With shadows I spended on
My heart and I have decided to let it end
Soon there'll be candles
And prayers I said I know
Let them not weep
For I am happy to go
Death is no dream
For in death I'm caressing you
With the last breath

I'm blessing you
Gloomy Sunday

Dreaming
I was only dreaming
Awake and I find you asleep
In the deep of my heart dear
Darling I hold that my dream never hunted you
My heart is telling you
How much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday