Gloomy Sunday

Gloomy Sunday - Mel Tormé

Written by：Rezso Seress/Sam M. Lewis

Sunday is gloomy

My hours are slumber less

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

With shadows I spend it all

My heart and I have decided to end it all

Soon they'll be canoes and prayers that are sad

I know let them not weep

Let them know that I'm glad to go

Death is no a dream

For in death I'm caressing you

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

Gloomy Sunday