Gloomy Sunday

Little white flowers will never awaken you,
Not where the black coaches sorrow has taken you.
Angels have no thoughts of ever returning you,
Wouldn’t they be angry if I thought of joining you?

Soon there’ll be candles and prayers that are said 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 caressin’ you,
With the last breath of my soul I’ll be blessin’ you.

Darling I hope that my dream never haunted you.
My heart is tellin’ you how much I wanted you.
Gloomy sunday.




I love you. I miss you. And sometimes... I wish things were simpler. You're not missing much, though I'm sure you would still see the world as brightly as you used to, whereas I insist on its sadness and injustice.