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 is Sunday, with shadows I spend it all
My heart and I have decided to end it all
Soon there'll be candles and prayers that are sad I know
Let them not weep let them know that I'm glad to go
d**h is no dream for in d**h I'm caressing you
With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you.
Darling, I hope that my dream never haunted you.
You know my love of dreams.
(Dream dream dream...)