Sunday is gloomy my hours are slumberless Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers will never awaken you Now that 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've spent it all My heart and I have decided to end it all Soon there'll be flowers and prayers that are sad, I know Let them not weep, let them know I was glad to go d**h is no dream, for in d**h I'm caressing you With the last breath of my heart, I'll be blessing you Dreaming, I was only dreaming... I awake and I find you asleep in the deep of my heartbeat Darling I hope, that my dream never haunted you My heart is telling you how much it wanted you