Gloomy Sunday

Finaste låten. Jag nötte den här låten dag och natt när Malte hade dött.
Hittade den av en slump nu igen och det känns som igår.

Sunday is gloomy
The hours are slumberless
Dearest the shadows
I live with are numberless
Little white flowers
Will never awaken you
Not where the dark 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 spend it all
My heart and I
have decided to end it all
Soon there'll be prayers
And candles that are lit, I know
But let them not weep
Let them know that Im glad to go

Death is a dream
For in death Im caressing you
With the last breath of my soul
I'll be blessing you

Gloomy sunday

Dreaming, I was only dreaming
I awake 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

Gloomy sunday